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Summary: A girl with no memories but her time as a prisoner at Hydra, is found by the Avengers. Natasha instantly wants to help the girl to recover and enjoy a normal life.

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Nat's POV:

Another day, another Hydra base. This one was the home of their super solider programme. It's where the Winter Soldier was created. So, this base was personal. Steve had initially wanted Bucky to stay behind on this one, but he was determined to come and take down the base which had destroyed his life.

Whilst Steve and Bucky worked their way through the building to plant the explosives, Tony and I were exploring to get as much intel as possible. Tony had found their offices and was downloading as many of the files as he could whilst also collecting anything that looked of value.

I meanwhile had stumbled across what I can only describe as a hospital from a horror movie. I can see rooms with hospital beds, but they all had straps on them, medical tools filling trays alongside the beds. I try not to think about what had gone on here. I eventually reach what looks like a prison. There are a number of cells, but they are all empty. Well, I thought they were until I reach one in the farthest corner of the room.

I had to do a double take when I saw a young woman huddled in the corner of her cell. Her eyes were filled with absolute terror. I manage to unlock the door and slowly make my way towards her, but she shrinks back further, trying to get as far away from me as possible but the wall is preventing. "P-please. No. I-I can't take anymore." She begs, tears filling her eyes. My heart breaks for her. Looking at her body, I can see dark bruising and some lacerations. "It's ok. I'm not here to hurt you." I try to reassure her, keeping my distance so she can see that I'm not a threat.

"I'm here to help you. To get you to safety." I try once again, hoping that she can see that I only want to help. "Bombs are planted." Steve confirms through the comms. "I've got everything I can. Nat are you done?" Tony asks, but I ignore it, not wanting to scare the girl more. I felt like I had to help her. I have to save her. "My name is Natasha. What's yours?" She asks me. I activate my comms so the others can hear. That way they'll know I'm safe and that I can't talk.

"I. I don't know. I don't remember." She starts to cry at that and all I want to do is wrap my arms around her and protect her. "That's ok. We can help you with that. Can you come with me, and we can protect you. Make sure you're safe." I ask her, reaching out my hand to her, but keeping my voice as soft as possible. She looks between my hand and my eyes. The pain and fear are swirling through her blue eyes. "I promise we won't hurt you. Me and my friends are the good guys. We just want to help." I say with a smile, hoping to put her at some ease.

She goes to reach out, but she hesitates. "It's ok. You're safe now." I promise her. I can see those words have an effect on her and she reaches out her trembling hand to take mine. I slowly stand up and use my other hand to help her to her feet. She stumbles and I can see how weak she is. When was the last time she had a good meal or saw the sun?

"I've got you. You're ok." I continue to reassure her as we make our way slowly out of the base. As soon as we reach the outside, she holds her hand up to cover her eyes as she squints at the bright light. But I notice that she takes a deep breath too, as if she is savouring this moment. She surely can't have been kept in that cell the whole time, could she?

We get closer to the jet and her body tenses as she sees the three men waiting for us. "It's ok. They are my friends. They won't hurt you." I encourage her to carry on walking. Her grip on my hand tightens, but she trusts me enough to follow me onto the jet. Sensing her fear, all three of the men keep their distance. Even Tony is being considerate. I see her eyes go wide as we board the back of the jet. "Wow." She whispers as her eyes take it all in. "It's pretty cool huh. This is our quinjet. It's going to take us back to our home where we can get you checked out and looked after." I tell her.

She looks exhausted but I can tell that she's too scared to even attempt to sleep. I guide her to a chair and strap her in. I then grab a bottle of water and take it over to her. I had noticed how chapped her lips were, suggesting that she is dehydrated. "Here, drink this. We'll get you some nice food when we get home. I just need to go and talk to my friends. But I'll just be over there. You'll still be able to see me ok." I tell her with a soft smile. Her panicked eyes dart between me and the three men waiting for an explanation. But she nods, slowly bringing the bottle up to her lips. A relieved sigh escaping as she swallows the cool liquid.

I stand up and make my way over to the others. "Who's that?" Tony asks straight away. "I don't know. I found her alone locked in one of the cells in what seemed to be a medical area. She doesn't remember her name and she's clearly been mistreated for a long time." I explain. I can see pain on Bucky's face as he observes the young woman. "Do you recognise her?" I ask but he shakes his head. "No. But I know that they did some pretty horrible things to people in that place. She's probably been through hell and back." He says, pain radiating from his eyes.

"I'll start going through all the files we have to see if I can find anything on her whilst we head back. I'll also get Cho and Bruce ready for the new arrival. She'll need a full medical. Just from observation she's severely malnourished and has had some injuries." Tony offers up, heading to the other end of the jet, knowing that she needed space right now.

I slowly make my way towards her and take the seat next to her. "How are you feeling?" I ask her, but internally scold myself at such a stupid question. "Who are you?" She answers my question with one of her own. "We're the Avengers. We try to stop the bad guys." I explain loosely. "What are you going to do with me?" Her voice is so timid as she talks, her tone laced with fear. "We just want to help you. We'll help you heal and start a new happier life. No more being locked away or fearing for your life." I tell her with a wide smile.

She doesn't speak again, lost in her thoughts. But I can see that she is completely aware of her surroundings. At any noise, her eyes flick to the source, a small flinch appearing. I stay sat next to her as Steve flies us home. I want her to feel some comfort and know that we're not going to hurt her.

After a couple of hours, we start to descend into the compound. Her whole body tenses as we touch down and the door slowly begins to open. Wanda and Yelena are both waiting like they always do when I return from a mission. But they can instantly see to keep their distance at the added presence of our new guest. "The red head is my best friend Wanda, and the blonde is my sister Yelena." I explain to the girl as I help her out of her seat, showing that they are not a threat to her.

She nods slowly, but her gaze is searching every new thing that she sees. She was exhausted when we found her, I can't believe that her body is still functioning now when she's been so alert for the entire flight. Her body is in flight or fight and I can tell it's taking every ounce of her to be aware in case she needs to protect herself.

I guide her to the medbay where Bruce and Cho are waiting. I can feel that Wanda and Yelena are following behind, but the others have left to give us space. Thankfully, they don't follow us into the bay, choosing to observe from outside. "This is Bruce and Dr Cho. They are here to help you. They won't do anything to hurt you. I promise." I reassure her, directing her to the bed in the middle of the room. But her breathing is becoming ragged, and her eyes are frantic, full of fear.

"Hey, look at me. You're ok. You're safe. They won't hurt you." I reiterate, cupping her cheeks so her gaze is focused on me. "I'll be here every step of the way. Ok." I smile and she nods slowly. "Hi, Dr Cho is going to examine you if that's ok. We can get an understanding of your physical condition and how we can help you." Bruce explains, his soft voice seeming to calm the girl slightly.

Bruce leaves the room, pulling the curtain to give us privacy as Dr Cho begins her examination. I have to fight off a gasp when the girl's shirt is removed, and I see that her torso is covered in scars and new wounds. "Did they do this to you?" I ask her, an anger bubbling inside of me. Her gaze drops to her hands as she nods. I look at Cho who's got a look of sorrow on her face.

She carries out the rest of her examination and we both help her into a clean pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. I take the girls hand and give it a squeeze. "You're doing great. You're being very brave." I comfort her and I swear I see her lips turn up ever so slightly. I look through the window and see Cho and Bruce talking before they both re-enter. "Ok. We just need to do some blood tests and then we'll clean up your wounds." Bruce explains, turning to get a needle.

But as soon as the girl gets a glimpse of it in his hands, she starts to panic. "N-no. No. You said you wouldn't hurt me." She cries, looking between me and the needle in Bruce's hand. "He's not going to hurt you. He just needs to take some bloody to make sure you're not sick." I try to explain in an attempt to calm her down, but she continues to shake her head. "No. No more needles." She states at whisper. I look to Bruce who is unsure how to proceed. But we're interrupted by Tony entering.

"Wait." He says and we all turn towards him. Bruce places the needle back down on the tray and I feel the girls body relax. "I found your file." Her says looking directly to the trembling girl with a warm smile. "Your name is Y/n. Do you remember that?" He asks softly. She thinks for a moment but shakes her head. "That's ok. At least we know what to call you now. Are you ok if I share what I have here?" He asks her and she slowly nods.

"Y/n here is 22. She was taken by Hydra when she was 12." He explains to us, and I let out a small gasp. She's been in that hell hole for 10 years?! "She was a subject in their medical testing. Though it doesn't go into too much detail as to why. It just states that they were successful in removing all memory of her past." I feel such a sadness for Y/n. For her only memories to be of that base, being tested on daily. "They tested serums." Y/n's voice breaks the temporary silence, making us all look to her.

"Go on." Tony encourages. I've never seen him like this. He's so paternal towards her. It's warming to see. "There was a group of us. They tested the serums they wanted to use on their super soldiers. The serums I was given were meant to induce self-healing." She continues to explain, her gaze firmly fixed on her feet. There's a shocked silence to hear that. She was there purely as a test subject, presumably only there until they had succeeded, or she died.

"That's how you got these injuries? They were testing to see if it worked?" I ask when it finally dawns on me why she has so many injuries. We all watch as her head slowly moves in a nod. "After each test they would burn, cut and bruise me to see if it would generate any healing." She explains. I feel like I could cry. She was tortured for ten years. It's a miracle that she is even here with us today. Her body must have taken a hell of beating.

There is complete silence in the room as we take in what she just told us. We've seen horrible things in our time, but never seen one person go through so much for so long. Tony clears his throat and takes a careful step forward. "Y/n. I can promise you that we will never hurt you. We just want to help you, but we need to make sure you are healthy. If they injected you with a serum, the only way for us to ensure you're ok is to take some blood. I know you have had enough of needles, but once this is done, we'll take you to your new room." She speaks calmly and clearly which works.

"Ok." She agrees quietly. "I can stay with you if you like?" I offer. I want to be here for her. I want to help her heal, to protect her and never let her go through anything like this again in her life. "Please." Another whispered reply. I take her hand once again and give it a squeeze. "Keep your focus on me. Ignore what Bruce is doing. When we're done here, I can show you your new room and you can have a shower if you'd like?" I offer, trying to distract her. It only partial works as her eyes scrunch up as Bruce puts the needling into her arm. "You're doing great. Y/n." I tell her, squeezing her hand to offer her some comfort.

Once Bruce is all done, he cleans up Y/n's wounds and clears her to go to her room. She'll have to come back daily to get her dressings changed and her injuries checked and cleaned, but otherwise she was free. Something that obviously was alien to Y/n. "Come. Let me show you to your room." I tell her, standing up and waiting for her to follow. She does so slowly, her body clearly starting to shut down without her consent.

Thankfully, it's not far to her room. "Here it is." I say, opening the door for her. "My room is next door and Wanda's is across the hall." I point to the doors so she can see. I then step inside the room but she doesn't follow. "You can enter Y/n. You are free to come and go as you please. This is your home, not a prison." I explain to her, realising that she probably has no memory of her own room. Assuming she ever had one in her childhood. "There are some clothes in the wardrobe and draws, but we can go shopping to get you something you like in the coming days." I explain, opening the doors and draws to show her.

"This is your own bathroom. There is shower gel, hair wash, a toothbrush and toothpaste." I point out and then show her how to work the shower. I'll leave you to get cleaned up. But I can come back to get you for some dinner later this evening if you'd like. Though you are free to leave the room before hand if you want to." I say, trying to make it clear that she doesn't have to wait for command here. "Thank you, Natasha." She gives me the faintest of smiles and I find myself getting a little lost. She really is beautiful. "Please, call me Nat. All my friends do." I tell her and her smile grows slightly.

After leaving Y/n, Wanda and Yelena are quick to question me on the new addition to the compound. I struggle a little to hold back the emotion when telling them how I found her and what she's gone through. What has she done to me? I normally have complete control of my emotions, but when it comes to her, my feelings are so much stronger.

They both promise to support Y/n as much as they can without overwhelming her. Wanda is probably best placed to help her. She's been through something similar, although not to the same extent. I hope that in a few days when Y/n has settled more, that she might be comfortable to talk to her.

I speak with Tony, and we agree that it is probably best that we don't throw her in the deep end with a team dinner. Instead, we keep it to just four of us. Tony and I, who's she's familiar with, and Yelena and Wanda, who we want her to feel comfortable with. As she is so malnourished, Bruce has given us some indication on the foods and portions she should have over the coming weeks until she's able to regain her body weight. Wanda takes this as her mission to cook her the tastiest of meals with the limited ingredients.

Y/n is very quiet during dinner. Only talking if directly asked a question and only moving or doing anything if she is given approval. It's going to take time for her to realise that she doesn't need to have permission to do anything here. That she isn't confined to her room until someone tells her she can leave, or that she can't eat until she is given permission. But I know that I want to be there for her through every step of the way. Supporting her as best I can.

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Y/n has been here for a little of three weeks now. She's starting to look a bit healthier. Her wounds are healing nicely, she's putting weight on and she's getting colour back to her face. She loves spending time outside, basking in the sunshine. I guess if you've not seen it for 10 years, you don't want to miss out. She's slowly becoming more comfortable with the team. Everyone is great with her, not pushing her and understanding her boundaries.

She's probably closest with Tony, Wanda, and myself at the moment. But she's getting better with Yelena and Bucky. She still won't do much of her own accord. We make sure that she's not cooped up in her room or missing meals because she's waiting for someone to say it's ok for her to do so.

One night, I'm not able to sleep. My mind is lost in thought of Y/n. She fills most of my thoughts each day. We're getting glimpses of her true personality and I love it. She has a quick wit, though I can tell she is hesitant to use it. Scared of any repercussion. But it's becoming more apparent as the days go by. She's also extremely kind. She's so thoughtful of others. She's making such an effort to learn about everyone on the team.

Wanda and Yelena tease me. It's very clear that I like her. I tried to hide it after the first week, but it's no use. Wanda can literally read my mind and Yelena knows me better than anyone. Besides, I don't want to hide those feelings. Not from them anyway. I think it's far too early to even broach that topic with Y/n. At the moment, I want to be the best friend to her that I can be. We have time.

Whilst my mind is replaying Y/n's laugh on loop, I hear a muffled cry. I focus on the sound and notice it's coming from Y/n's room. I jump up and make my way next door. I knock on her door but get no response. "Y/n, it's Nat. Are you ok?" I question. Again, I don't get a response, but I can hear muttering and crying. Worry taking over, I open the door to be greeted by an empty room. The bed perfectly made.

I rush through the room to check the bathroom, but as I pass the bed, I hear her voice. My head turns and I see Y/n lying on the floor with a thin blanket draped over her. She's having a nightmare. I kneel down next to her and carefully place my hands on her shoulders. "Y/n. It's Nat. You're ok. You're just having a nightmare. Come back to me." I say as calmly as possible. Which is hard when I'm seeing her in such a panicked state. Not a split second later, her body shoots up and she starts to gasp for air, her eyes flicking around the room, trying to find something to ground her.

"Hey, Y/n. Look at me. Focus on me." I tell her, cupping her face so her eyes land on me. "You're safe." I remind her. "Try and take a deep breath with me." I instruct her, doing exaggerated breathing myself to guide her. It takes a while, but eventually she's able to copy and her breathing become less ragged. I slowly run my thumb over her cheek to help calm her as her eyes flick over her room once again. "The bed too soft?" I question and she nods, looking at her hands in shame.

I place my finger under her chin and raise it. "Don't be ashamed. I was the same after I got out of the red room. Took me a few months to get used to sleeping in a bed. I always felt like it was suffocating me." I share. She's listening to me intently as I speak. "I feel the same. I'm used to the hard floor." She mumbles. "How about this. Why don't we lie together in the bed. You don't have to sleep. We can just talk." I suggest. This helped me when Clint would sit and talk with me.

She nods and I help her to her feet. I then move to the bed and pull the duvet off. I grab the blanket and lie on the bed and tap the space next to me. I know the quilt will be too much to start of with, but she needs to keep warm. She takes the spot next to me and I hesitantly place my arm around her shoulders. I smile to myself when I feel her relax into my hold. I lay the blanket over us both and we spend the rest of the night just talking. It was probably the most I've heard her talk. She would ask questions about how I adapted after the red room, and I would offer tips on what might also help her.

After that night, our relationship only grew. She still slept on the floor at night, but I would always go to bed with her, and we'd lie in the bed until she was feeling like she was drifting off. I would leave and she would get comfortable on the floor. As time went by, she started to sleep a little. I was so proud of the progress she was making. "It's ok Nat. You can go to your own room tonight. I need to start doing things myself and it's not fair to keep you from your own room." She tells me which makes me frown. "But I like this time with you Y/n." I admit easily.

She smiles widely at that. "I do too Natasha, but you're not always going to be here. I need to get used to doing this on my own." She makes sense but I still pout at her. "Doesn't mean we can't still cuddle." She says shyly. "One more night?" I request and she sighs. "Ok." She chuckles, opening her door for me.

I'm loving the person that Y/n is becoming. Or returning to be, I guess. She's finding herself and it's a journey I'm proud to be a part of. Her and Wanda have grown close. They have a sisterly relationship. Wanda has helped her come to terms with what happened to her whilst she washeld captive by Hydra. They have a shared experience and I'm glad she's got someone that she can share that with.

She's grown more confident, and I was so proud of her when she started doing things of her own accord. We were sat watching TV and I noticed Y/n's gaze kept going towards the kitchen. I paused the movie and look to Y/n. "Everything ok?" I question and she quickly nods, returning her gaze to the TV. "You can tell me." I assure her and she huffs. "I uh. I want a snack." She admits as if she's just admitted to a felony.

"The kitchen is there, and Tony did the shopping this morning so there is plenty on offer." I encourage her, trying to motivate her, not giving her the go ahead to do it. This was the first time she shared a want, and I was keen for her to take it without needing permission.

I watch as she hesitates, Wanda and Yelena's gaze also on her. Slowly, she pushes up off the sofa and makes her way into the kitchen. She's in there for about 10 minutes before she comes out with a small KitKat bar in her hand. I was so proud as I watch her eat the chocolate bar. When she was done, I wrapped my arm around her and held her close. "You never have to ask to get food." I remind her and she slowly nods before resting her head on my shoulder.

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It's been three months since Y/n joined us and it has genuinely been the best three months. She's a completely different person to the one that arrived with us. She's still shy, but she understands her freedom and she is finding her footing. She spends a lot of time with Tony in his lab. Turns out she's got a technical brain and loves working on his gadgets. The whole team have fallen in love with her. She's like our own personal ray of sunshine. Which, considering how she was when she arrived, is a miracle.

I think it is safe to say that I am in love with her. I want to spend all my time with her. She's the last thing I think of before I go to sleep and the first thing in the morning. I'm infected by Y/n, and I love it. I just don't know how to approach her about it. I don't want to scare her away. But I'm like 90% sure she likes me too. We've had a couple of moments where we've almost kissed, but it's never resulted in anything, and I never want to pressurise her to do anything.

Our little bubble is burst though when I'm sent on a week long mission. I've been away for day missions, but nothing longer. I've always been home by the evening, having a snuggle with Y/n before bed. I'm going to miss being with her and I can tell that there is an anxiety for her too. But maybe this will be good. It'll give me time to think clearly about how I'm going to approach this whole situation.

Y/n's POV:

The first couple of days of Nat not being here were hell. I realised that she was my security blanket. I knew I was safe if she was around. Don't get me wrong, I know none of the others would hurt me, but with Nat, I feel completely safe and protected.

It's been a bit of a whirlwind three months. I never knew that life could be like this. All I knew was the darkness of the place I was held. The pain and fear that I lived in constantly. I don't know why I kept fighting to stay alive. The easier option was to let go. But I didn't. Now I think it's because deep down, I knew I hadn't met Nat yet and she was meant to change my life.

She has been so patient with me, helping me acclimatise to being 'normal'. She's always there to support me, allowing me to find my way in my own time. In the odd moments that I'm not with her, I crave to be with her. It's a feeling I'm not familiar with. I don't have it with anyone else here. Yet I like all of them. They have become a family, something I didn't know about. Or at least didn't remember. But with Nat it's different. It's like everything I do is for her.

Seeing her smile and laugh is my favourite thing. To most people she has this tough exterior, but I've never seen that directed at me. I've never felt anything but kindness from her. She's a big softy towards me. Though I've learnt not to say that to her. Sam made a joke about it and he was swiftly on his ass. Much to everyone else's amusement.

After Nat had been away for a couple of days, I decided that I couldn't mope around without her. She wouldn't want that. Instead, I spent time with Wanda and Yelena. They both had become like sisters to me. Both protective, but also quick to make fun of me in a light-hearted way. I love the relationship that I have with them, and it's them that keep me sane for the rest of the week.

It's Friday and we've been notified that Nat and Steve are returning from their mission. I jump off the sofa and run towards the Quinjet landing pad. But as I get closer, I see Bruce and Cho waiting. "What's wrong?" I ask Tony who's just joined us. "Nat's hurt." Is all he says. I feel like someone has just kicked me in my stomach, making all the air leave my lungs.

I just stand there as I watch the jet land and Nat be rushed off the jet on a gurney. As she passes me, I rush to keep up, not wanting to be far from her. She looks in a bad way. There is so much blood. Too much blood. I watch as Bruce and Cho rush around trying to fix her. I can see from the machines that her heart rate is becoming thready.

I step forward and hold her hand, feeling her cold skin which sends a wave of panic through me. "Please don't leave me." I beg her as tears start to fall. "Y/n, we need you to stand back." Bruce asks quietly, but I don't want to let her go. I can't lose her. He asks again and I know I need to let him do his job. My mind is focusing on her being with me, alive and healthy. She has to survive. I go to drop her hand but there is a soft glow which makes Bruce and Cho stop in their tracks. "Y/n what's going on?" Tony asks me with a panicked voice. "I-I don't know." I respond, fear washing over me.

"Oh my God look." Tony points out towards Nat. I turn to see what he's pointing too, but I start to feel lightheaded. My sight starts to blur and all the sound around me becomes muffled and the next thing I know, I'm surrounded by darkness.

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"Please wake up." I hear a distant, pleading voice. But I still only see darkness. "You told me not to leave. I'm asking you the same thing." The voice begs. Is that Nat? Is she ok? Confusion washes over me as I try to figure out what's going on. Sounds become more prominent, and I can hear the slow beeping of a machine. "Y/n?" The comforting voice calls. "Her heart rate is changing." I hear a male voice now speak. "Is that a good thing?" Nat questions. Why can't I see anything? "Yes, very good. It's getting stronger." The other voice confirms.

I start to feel a pain in my head, and I squint my eyes to stop the pain. "She moved." Nat points out. Slowly, my eyes start to open, but the bright light only aggravates the pain in my head. "The lights. Dim them." A third voice says. As the glare of the light reduces, I open my eyes further and they land on Nat. I quickly sit up, shocked that she's beside me, conscious. "Whoa! Stay down Y/n." She tells me, gently pushing on my shoulders. "You're alive." I whisper and she nods. "I am. But you need to take it easy." She tells me in a warning voice.

I look around me and see that there are wires attached to a drip and a heart monitor. I then meet the concerned gazes of Tony, Wanda, and Yelena. "What happened? Last I remember you were the one in the medbay." I say, trying to sit up. "You healed me." Nat says with a look of disbelief on her own face. "Excuse me? I what?" I question, not sure that I heard her properly. "You healed me. But it drained you and you passed out. You've been unconscious for two days, your heart barely beating." She explains.

"How are you feeling?" Bruce asks, stepping forward. "My head hurts, but other than that ok." I admit and he nods. "It seems like one of the serums they injected you with enabled you to heal others. They were so focused on self-healing, that they didn't even think to check for that." Tony says. "I healed you?" I turn back to Nat asking for clarification. "Yeah. Not even a scar left on me." She says holding up her shirt to show where two bullet wounds once were. I reach out and run my fingers over her abs in disbelief.

"I thought I lost you." I agonised, remembering the fear I felt that she was slipping away. "I can't live without you." I admit through tears. "And you don't have to. I'm here. Safe and sound because of you Y/n. You saved me." Nat says taking my hand. I hadn't noticed that everyone else had left and it was just the two of us now. "I owed you after you saved my life." I tell her through a watery chuckle. "I would save you ten times over Y/n. You have changed my life. When I woke up and I saw you on the bed next to me barely clinging to life yourself, my heart broke." She expresses, her own eyes glossing over.

"Y/n, you mean so much to me. You have changed my life since you came into it. I can't hide my feelings from you anymore. I love you. I'm in love with you. I know you might not feel the same, but I have to tell you. I can't bare the thought of something happening to one of us and you not knowing the depth of my feelings." I'm in shock as I listen to her speak.

Is this what I've been feeling for her too? Love? I can see pain start to grow in her eyes as I don't respond, the shock almost incapacitating. Tears fall down her cheeks as she goes to leave, but thankfully, my body reacts, grabbing her hand and pull her back. Before she can even say anything, I cup her face and bring her towards me so I can connect our lips.

The sensation is electric as if the world had disappeared and it was just the two of us in this moment. Our lips move in perfect harmony. Nat's hands rest on my hips, giving them a gentle squeeze. My whole body feels a warmth rush over it, butterflies erupting in my stomach as our lips dance together, sharing every feeling we need to share in this moment. As our movements stop, I rest my forehead against hers. "I think I love you too. I've had this feeling I've not been able to understand for a while. But that kiss just explained everything." I say with a laugh as Nat's smile grows.

She leans in and kisses me once again, this one more hungry as my back hits the hospital bed. She deepens the kiss, our tongues exploring each other's mouths, as the passion and desire between us intensified. I let a small moan out into the kiss as she presses her body against mine. That noise causes her to pull back slightly, and I let out a little whine. "Patience my love. This is all new for you and I want to do this properly." She tells me, which causes me to raise an eyebrow at her in confusion. "I want to go on a date with you." She smirks.

Thank God, she made me watch endless rom coms these last few months or I'd have no clue how this whole thing was meant to go. But over time we grew together, not rushing our relationship. It was perfect to me. When I looked in her eyes, all I saw was pure love and I hope she saw the same in return.

She made me unbelievably happy. There was a time that I never thought I wouldn't get a happy ending. A time when I questioned my purpose. But now, led here in Nat's arms, feeling safe, protected, and loved. I finally understood why I had to keep fighting. I needed to get to her and live our lives together in happiness.

#natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #avengers fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #black widow x reader #black widow

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Sowing Seeds of Trust (Chapter 18)

Story Summary: Emma Swan is a young woman without a family, friends, a home, and now a boyfriend after he tries to pin his crime on her. When she goes looking for help from a local charity at a church, she ends up meeting a group of people, including a handsome blue-eyed man, who offer her friendship...and a whole lot more.

Rating: M (Please note the rating change. This is the only chapter with this rating. If you would rather skip the smut, you can stop reading after the 4th scene. You won’t miss out on any of the plot.)

Chapter summary: Emma and Killian share their second date and their first time together.

Words: 6396

I’ve created a Spotify playlist to go with this story. Some songs have been mentioned in the story, most just remind me of the characters or the storyline. If you’d like to listen to it, the link is below.

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4ov2xueKicCzgvFfUUvRSm?si=OYlglxp8QBqePCRrjfawig&utm_source=native-share-menu&dl_branch=1

Many thanks, as always, to @hookedmom, @xsajx, my friends on CSMM Discord and all of you who are reading, liking, reblogging and commenting on this story. I can’t express how much you all mean to me!

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Despite Killian forgiving her for leaving, Emma could tell he was still working on fully trusting her again. As soon as he walked in the door after work every day, he would call out her name, something he never used to do. She knew he was probably haunted by coming home to an empty house the day that she left.

Granny told her she would have to work to regain his trust, so she was willing to do whatever it took to do just that. The day after their Facetime call with Liam, Emma came up with a plan to help show him how dedicated she was to their relationship.

Thursday evening, as she and Killian sat together on the couch watching television after putting Alli to bed, Emma picked up the remote and paused the movie. Then she turned in her seat to face him.

“Killian Jones, will you go out with me on Saturday?”

He pushed himself up straighter on the sofa. “Are you serious?”

“Yes. Ever since Mary Margaret and David came over to babysit Alli when we went on our first date, she keeps telling me they would like to keep her overnight the next time we go out. I called her Monday to ask if they could babysit Saturday, and she said since they had nothing going on, it was good. They’ll just bring Alli to church with them on Sunday. So, what do you say? Is it a date?”

“Hmm, let me see,” he said, tapping his chin with his index finger, “it’s a bit of a short notice, Swan. I might already have plans.”

Her smile faltered and he quickly pulled her into his arms. “Of course I’ll go out with you, Sweetness. I’m just teasing! What do you have in mind?”

“Well, I thought maybe we could go to that seafood place across town. M’s said it’s one of her and David’s favorite restaurants. I’m not sure what to do after that. I checked the movie listings and there are a couple that sound interesting, or we can just come back here after we eat.”

“Either plan is fine with me, Love. I went to eat there once with M’s and David soon after I moved here, but I haven’t been back since. I’m looking forward to it!”

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David seemed a bit overwhelmed when Emma and Killian dropped off Allison and all of her necessities, including the fully packed diaper bag, several bottles of milk and bottle warmer, sound machine, bouncy chair and car seat. Mary Margaret had borrowed a Pack-n-Play from a teacher friend and had it set up in the extra bedroom in David’s apartment.

“How can such a tiny human possibly need so much stuff for one night?” he exclaimed.

Killian laughed. “This isn’t even half of the paraphernalia we have for her at our house, is it, Love?”

“No, she kind of took over the place,” Emma agreed. “You don’t mind though, do you,

Babe?”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way,” he answered, leaning over to brush a kiss to her cheek.

Mary Margaret was busy unstrapping the sleeping infant from her car seat. “You can just leave her in there, M’s,” Emma told her. “She’ll probably sleep for at least another hour or so.”

David grinned.“She won’t be able to keep her hands off of her for over an hour, will you, Sweetheart?”

“Of course not! Babies are meant to be cuddled!” Mary Margaret answered while lifting Allison out of the seat. As soon as she brought her up to her shoulder, the baby snuggled into the crease of Mary Margaret’s neck and let out a sigh. “And Alli is the best cuddler, aren’t you Sweet Pea?”

“Looks like she’s in good hands, Swan. Shall we get going?” Killian asked.

Both parents brushed kisses into Allison’s downy soft hair and started to leave, with Emma calling out last minute instructions, until her boyfriend finally got her out the door and closed it behind them.

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“I don’t think I’ve told you tonight how beautiful you look, Sweetness,” Killian said as he unlocked and opened her car door after they left David’s apartment building.

“You have, but I don’t mind hearing it again!”

“Did you borrow this dress from Mary Margaret, too?” he asked, running his eyes up and down the sleeveless red sheath dress which came to just above her knees. She wore a ¾ sleeve cream-colored, lightweight sweater over it.

“No, I sort of...splurged on it a little bit, but it was on sale,” she explained, while color seeped up her neck.

Killian closed her door then walked around to open his and slid into the seat, turning to face her. “You don’t need to feel guilty about buying nice things for yourself, Love. You work hard and you deserve to treat yourself once in a while.”

Emma smoothed her hand down the skirt. “I think it’s the nicest thing I’ve ever owned,” she said softly.

He took her left hand and lifted it to his lips to brush a kiss across her knuckles. “It was made for you.” He ran his fingers over the French braid, which was draped over her shoulder. “Did you do this yourself?”

“Yeah. I taught myself how to braid when my hair grew out again, after an awful foster mother chopped it all off. I just usually pull it up into a ponytail or leave it loose because it’s easier.”

“I like it. Perhaps you can teach me so I can do it for you, and also for Allison when she gets older.”

Emma loved hearing him talk about the future so definitively. “Sure, I can do that,” she said.

He leaned forward to share a brief kiss with her, then started the car and backed out of the parking space.

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After they waited forty minutes for a table at the popular restaurant, and enjoyed their delicious meals, they decided to go back home instead of seeing a movie. Emma knew that by the time she sat through a two-hour movie, followed by a long drive home, she would be leaking breast milk.

“I know that’s not a very romantic thing to have to worry about on a date…” she worried.

“Perhaps not romantic, but it doesn’t make you any less sexy to me,” he said with a smirk. “Besides, I’m more than okay with spending a quiet evening at home.”

“Yeah, me too,” Emma agreed.

Killian noticed that she’d been quieter than usual and seemed a bit nervous throughout the evening. He assumed it was because she was anxious about Allison being gone for the night, so when they stopped at a red light, he reached over to squeeze her tightly clasped hands.

“Hey, Alli will be fine. She’s probably being spoiled rotten,” he reassured her.

“Huh? Oh, I know. That’s...not what I’m thinking about.”

“Anything you want to talk about?”

“No, um, not right now. It can wait until we get home.” She leaned forward to turn on the radio and began scanning through it until she found an 80’s rock station. Then she relaxed back into her seat and waited for him to begin singing along, which he always did.

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When they got home, Killian took care of Zeke and called Mary Margaret to get a report about Allison, while Emma went into her bedroom to pump. She came out ten minutes later to put her milk into the refrigerator, still acting distracted.

“Would you like some hot chocolate? I’m gonna have a beer.”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” she answered.

Soon they were sitting on the couch together and Killian was bringing up Disney+. They had recently subscribed to that streaming service and were currently working their way through the Avengers movies. The next one on their list was ‘Captain America: Civil War’.

Emma took a couple of sips from her mug, then held it in her lap as she ran her finger around and around the rim. They watched the movie for about a half-an-hour until he paused it.

“Why did you do that?” Emma asked.

“Have you been paying attention to it?” She shrugged, and he looked into her cocoa mug. Seeing it was nearly full, he took it from her hands and set it on the end table. “Talk to me, Swan. What’s bothering you?”

“It’s not really something that’s bothering me, it’s just…” She took a deep breath and lifted her eyes to look into his, then leaned in to give him a gentle kiss. “I’m ready,” she whispered against his lips.

“Ready? For wh-...oh!” he said, suddenly realizing what she meant.

“I mean, if you, um...if you still want to…you know,” she murmured.

He moved closer and tucked some strands of hair, which had escaped the braid, behind her ear. “I want to show the woman I love just how much I love her. How does that sound to you?” he asked, leaning in to kiss her.

She rubbed her nose against his affectionately. “Mmm, I like that idea.”

After several more quick kisses, he wrapped his arms around her, pulled her closer, and began placing wet kisses down the column of her throat. As soon as she gasped, he took advantage of her open mouth to fasten his lips over hers and thrust his tongue inside, running it over her teeth, then battling with her tongue.

She began emitting broken moans, which spurred him on, causing him to need more. His body was already responding and he knew this time, he wasn’t going to be able to calm himself down very easily. From the sounds she was making, he didn’t think he would need to worry about that anyway.

“K-Killian,” she groaned, “I need...I need…”

“What do you...need...my love?” he gasped, between sucking marks into the line of her collarbone.

“You. I just need you,” she whispered, pulling back from him so he could see the sincerity in her eyes.

“Tell me you’re mine, Emma,” he said, cradling her face in his hands.

“I am yours. It’s you and only you, Killian. I want to be completely yours.”

He pushed himself to his feet, pulling her up with him, and began walking her backwards to his bedroom, licking and kissing every inch of skin his lips latched onto. When they reached his room, he put a tiny bit of distance between the two of them.

“May I help you out of this dress, Love?” he asked.

She peeled off her sweater and dropped it on the floor. “Do you think you can handle it?” she teased.

“What, unzipping the dress or seeing what’s inside it?” he smirked.

“Either? Both?”

“Guess we’ll just have to find out!” He slid his hands across the smooth fabric covering her stomach, then over her hips and the globes of her ass, squeezing and fondling them for several seconds. Inching his fingers up the center seam of the back of her dress, he located the zipper pull and started to tug it down.

As one hand continued unfastening the dress, the other followed in its wake, exploring the silky skin that lay beneath. When the dress was completely unzipped, he shifted his hands to her shoulders and pulled the fabric down her arms, revealing her bra.

“I...I know it’s not sexy lingerie, but...it’s hard to find seductive nursing bras,” she explained with a nervous giggle.

“Don’t care,” Killian growled, burying his nose in her cleavage. “You’re so bloody gorgeous, you don’t need sexy lingerie.” More marks were sucked into the swells of her breasts while he reached around to unhook her bra.

When he dropped it to the floor, Emma took a step back and started to bring her arms up to cover herself. Killian caught her wrists and tried to look into her eyes, but she averted them.

“Hey, look at me, Love,” he coaxed. She blinked twice then finally met his eyes. “Please don’t be embarrassed or ashamed of your body.”

“I...I’m not usually this, um...big, but since I’m nursing Alli…”

“I rather like the enhancement,” he said, weighing her breasts in his hands and strumming his thumbs across her nipples. They hardened almost immediately and Emma sucked in a quick breath at the sensation.

“Please be careful. If you keep doing that, it will cause me to start leaking,” she warned.

Killian grinned at her. “Point taken.” Dropping his hands, he pushed the dress past her hips and let it fall to the floor.

“Ah, but you misled me, my love! You are wearing sexy lingerie,” he chuckled, taking in her lacy red bikini underwear. He ran his index fingers along the inside of the waistband, until he reached the back, where he slid his hands down inside them and once again squeezed her backside.

When he pulled his hands free and stepped back to run his admiring eyes up and down her body, her hands automatically started to cover her belly and once again, he took hold of her wrists.

“I...I have stretch marks,” she admitted, her face reddening.

His eyes darted back and forth between hers. Then he leaned in to gently capture her lips, caressing them for several moments, before he dropped to his knees in front of her. Looking up at her from under his lashes, he saw her staring down at him with a stunned look on her face.

“Wh-what are you doing?” she stammered.

“Letting you know what I think about your stretch marks.” He directed his attention to the shiny purplish lines marking her abdomen - first tracing them with his fingers, then lavishing them with kisses.

After she overcame her discomfort, Emma began carding her hands through his hair, in awe of how tenderly he was treating the marks she considered to be ugly.

“These are beautiful reminders of how you carried our daughter inside you,” he murmured as he continued nuzzling his lips against them.

Emma enjoyed the feeling of his lips on her skin for a few moments more, then began tugging on the collar of his shirt. “Okay, mister. Now that you’ve seen my body, it’s my turn to see yours!”

He chuckled, left one last kiss to her belly, and pushed himself back to his feet, stopping to press soft kisses to each of her breasts on the way.

Her fingers got busy unbuttoning his shirt, trying not to be distracted by the way he was licking around the shell of her ear and sucking on the lobe. When the final button was undone, she ran her hands up his abs, and scratched through the generous amount of soft hair covering his chest.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” she breathed.

He smirked. “Killian will do.”

“Smart ass. Which reminds me…” She made quick work of his belt and shoved her hands down the back of his pants, massaging that ass as it clenched under her ministrations.

“Swan,” he gritted out, “my trousers are getting a bit tight. Let me just…”

“I’ll take care of that,” she said, batting her eyelashes at him and tugging her hands free to move them to his zipper.

“Careful, Love,” he warned. “Don’t, uh...damage anything.”

Emma giggled before lowering the zipper. Killian quickly shoved his pants down to his ankles, leaving his boxers in place, then stood back up to meet her eyes. Biting her lip, she dropped her eyes again and started to reach out, but stopped.

“I want you to be comfortable touching me, Emma.” He took her hand and guided it to the front of his underwear, where a sizable bulge pushed against them. As her fingers brushed against it, she looked up at him and he nodded.

She moved her hand inside the front opening, running her fingers up and down his rigid shaft. Closing his eyes, he let the feeling of her feather-light touch wash over him.

As she felt him hardening even more under her fingers, Emma withdrew her hand and pulled his boxers down his legs. Then she straightened up and met his eyes before swallowing hard and starting to drop down to the floor.

He caught her under the arms and pulled her back to her feet. “That’s not necessary, Love. Not right now, at least. I don’t...I want to make love to you this first time.”

“But...I thought...isn’t this what I’m supposed to do? Isn’t that how sex starts?”

“No, it doesn’t have to…” Suddenly it dawned on him what she meant. She’d only had one sexual partner and he was several years older than her. Apparently, he had convinced her she had to give him a blow job at the beginning of the act of sex.

Killian was appalled and his face showed it. Emma saw the look and color flooded her cheeks. “I’m sorry…”

He pulled her to him and hugged her tightly, knowing that he needed to reassure her she had done nothing wrong, even though he was anxious to move things along.

When he felt her body begin to relax after several seconds, he pulled back to look into her eyes. “Sweetheart, sex most definitely does not have to start like that. Yes, that would bring me physical pleasure, but you and I love each other, so we are going to make love. Whatever he told you...forget it, Emma. He was wrong and was using you.”

Embarrassed, she turned her face to look away, but he caught her chin with his fingers and turned it back. “Do you trust me?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Then let’s do whatever feels right to both of us, shall we?”

Hoisting her up in his arms, he encouraged her to wrap her legs around him. As they shared another passionate kiss, he carried her to the bed and lowered her onto it. There, he took his time lavishing her body with kisses, hoping to show her how precious she was to him.

Emma felt like she was a live wire, sparking and heated as she came alive under Killian’s exploring mouth and hands. As she writhed on the bed, she ran her nails over his back and biceps and let her legs fall open.

Killian took the opportunity to tug her panties off and knelt between her spread legs. His roaming hands gently skimmed across both breasts, then followed the contours of her body down to her hips.

He looked up to see that she had her eyes closed and was plucking at the sheets with both hands. “Emma, please look at me.” Her eyes opened and focused on him. “I want you to talk to me as I’m doing this. Tell me what feels good and what doesn’t, what you want more of and where you want me to touch you. Guide my hand if you want. I just want you to enjoy this, do you understand?”

Her eyes widened and she nodded.

He traced the crease of her legs with his thumbs, then brushed one across her clit. She sucked in a breath and his eyes shot up to hers. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah, it feels...really good.”

He moved his thumb back and began rubbing her nub in small circles, dropping the knuckle of his index finger to her opening. He could tell she was wet, but knew she would need to be much more lubricated in order for her to take him without pain.

“Th-that’s nice,” she gasped.

He twisted his hand so he could keep up the pressure on her clit, while teasing her rim with the tip of his finger. He heard her draw in a quick breath just before he pushed one finger inside.

“Killiannn,” she moaned, and reached down to grab his wrist, encouraging him to plunge into her more deeply.

“Would you like for me to try two?” he asked, watching his finger move in and out of her, beginning to glisten with her arousal.

“Yes, yes, pleeease,” she moaned, as her head rolled back and forth on the pillow. He added a second digit, pleased when her face showed even more pleasure. “That feels...amazing!”

As he continued to stroke her walls with his fingers and keep pressure on her clit, he began to rub his other hand up and down his erection.

Her eyes opened and she saw the movement of his hand on himself. “Let me...do that,” she said, releasing her grip on his wrist to replace his hand with hers. “Tell me what you like.”

“Just wrap your hand around me and...yes, just like that!” he exclaimed as she slid her hand up slowly and swiped her thumb across the tip, then reversed the action.

He tipped his head back and swallowed hard. “That feels so good, Love! Don’t stop!”

He had stilled his fingers inside her while she was starting to stroke him and now he resumed, curling them to try to find the spot that would have her seeing stars. He knew he found it when she cried out his name and her hand tightened around his cock, while her walls fluttered and then clenched around his fingers.

“That felt fantastic,” she gasped through her ragged breathing.

“There’s more where that came from!” he grinned.

“You mean...I can do that again? Right away?”

“Have another orgasm? Of course you can. Many women can have multiple orgasms in one love-making session.”

From her reaction, he wondered if she had ever experienced an orgasm. He was beginning to think her sexual encounters with Cassidy had been all about his gratification with no regard to how it felt for her. Killian was determined to show her they could both enjoy bone-deep pleasure while sharing their love for one another.

He leaned down to suck a mark into the juncture of her neck and shoulder, sending ripples of excitement through her body once more. They continued to fondle and explore each other, driving their need and desire higher and higher, until finally he reached down to stop the stroking she had resumed along his almost painfully hard erection.

“Emma, if you keep...doing that, I’m not going to last,” he explained. “Are you ready?”

He could tell she was slick and her body was responding eagerly to his caresses, but he wanted the decision to be hers.

“Y-yeah, I think so.” He thought he saw a shadow pass over her face, but figured it was his imagination.

He started to push himself off the bed, but she gripped his forearms. “Where are you going?”

“I have to get a condom.”

“No, wait. When I went in for my six week check-up, the doctor asked me if I wanted to go on birth control and I, uh, told him yes.”

“So...you’ve got it covered?”

“Yeah.”

Leaving another kiss to her lips, he nudged her hips further apart and settled between her legs. Reaching down to grasp himself, he began to rub the tip of his cock through her slickness. As he guided it to her entrance, he scanned up her body and noticed the tenseness in her face and how tightly she was gripping the sheets.

“Relax, Love. I’m going to take it slow until you adjust to me. I won’t hurt you.”

“It..it always hurts,” she said. “I mean, I’ve only done it four times, but it hurt every time.”

Killian’s jaw clenched. Not only had that bastard been too irresponsible to use protection, he hadn’t even taken the time and care to be gentle with her during her first few times. It was no wonder she’d been nervous about wanting to take this next step. Her only sexual experiences had been unsatisfying and painful.

“Hey, look at me,” he said, forcing his voice to be calm even though anger was coursing through him at how she had been treated. When her eyes met his, he could see the trepidation in them. “I promise I will NOT hurt you, Love. I’ll make sure this is enjoyable for both of us.”

“Okay,” she said in a small voice.

“You said you trusted me, right?”

The last traces of fear instantly left her eyes. “Yes, Killian. I trust you completely.”

“Good. Just remember to tell me how you’re feeling.”

“I will.”

He began to rut lightly against her and rubbed his straining cock through her folds over and over again, until her hands let go of the sheet and roamed over his shoulders and back.

“Killian, please! I’m ready now!” she panted.

He was relieved to hear those words since he was overly worked up himself. Once again he pressed his tip to her soaked opening and slowly pushed himself inside. As he slid in inch-by-inch, he watched her face for any sign of discomfort and was happy to see nothing but ecstasy.

He experimented with pulling back every so often then going a little deeper each time, and it didn’t seem to cause her any pain.

As he gritted his teeth to keep from taking her too quickly the way his body was begging him to do, she moved her hands down his back to firmly grip his ass. “More, Killian! It feels so good!” she pleaded.

He dropped to his elbows and shoved his arms under her, gripping her shoulders from underneath, then slid the rest of the way home. Immediately the feeling was so overwhelming it took every ounce of his self-control not to spill himself prematurely.

“Are you...alright...Love?” he gasped.

“Yes, Killian! I...I love you!”

“I love you, too,” he responded, while trailing open-mouth kisses up her throat. “I need to move, Sweetness. Stay with me!”

“Mmmmm…” she moaned deep in her throat, wrapping her legs around his hips.

He began to thrust shallowly and soon, with her urging, was plunging into her as she kept up with his pace. The sounds she was making went straight to his groin, and he knew he was going to have to take action in order for her to climax before he did. He moved his thumb to rub roughly over her bundle of nerves and soon her thighs tightened and she began to shake with her impending release.

“Let...go...Emma!” he ground out through clenched teeth.

She shattered, seeing white explode behind her eyelids, and her spasming walls dragged him with her as he poured himself into her, filling her with his warm release.

He tried to move off to the side so he wouldn’t crush her with his weight, but she wrapped her arms around his back and held him to her. They laid together for several minutes while their breathing evened out and the sweat on their bodies cooled.

“How do you feel, Sweetness?” he finally managed to ask.

“So good,” she sighed.

“Mmhmm, you really do!” he grinned.

She giggled happily. “I never...knew it could be...like that,” she commented, between showering his messy hair with kisses.

He propped his chin on the middle of her chest and looked into her face. “I won’t pretend to be an expert, because I haven’t had much experience either, but I believe it’s a much more incredible feeling when it’s between two people who are truly in love.”

“That makes sense, and I truly do love you, Babe.”

“The feeling is mutual, my love,” he said, then playfully rubbed his scruffy chin into her skin, making her giggle. Pushing himself up, he planted a kiss on her lips, and rolled to the side, taking her with him so their positions were reversed. In the process, his softened cock slipped out of her.

She gave him an adorable pout and he barked out a laugh as his fingers found her braid to begin gently unraveling it, since it was already starting to come undone. While he carefully combed through the strands to keep them from tangling, she kept her eyes on his face, in awe of the love she saw there.

When his task was finished, he turned his eyes back to meet hers and smiled when he realized she’d been watching him. Continuing to run his fingers through her silky hair, he asked, “What are you thinking?”

“I was wondering how I ever got so lucky to have you fall in love with me.”

“I believe I’m the lucky one, Swan. I have two beauties who love me.”

She scratched her fingernails through his hair, temple to crown, then held his head steady as she bent to kiss him. Several long, enjoyable minutes passed as they languidly moved their mouths together.

“I should, um, help you get cleaned up,” he mumbled against her lips.

“I don’t wanna move. Can’t I just stay right here all night?”

He knew she was teasing, but it gave him an opening for something he wanted to ask. “Emma, can you...would you, um, I mean…”

“Whatever you’re trying to say, just say it, Killian.”

He traced her cheekbone with a fingertip before saying, “I’d like for you to share my bed, not just tonight, but from now on. Would you be comfortable doing that?”

“Well, it would make Zeke’s decision of whose room to sleep in a lot easier every night!”

“Aye. He’ll be sleeping on your bed in Alli’s room!”

After laughing together, Emma sobered and gave him her answer. “I think I would be very comfortable sharing your bed, Killian.”

He gave her a bright grin just before he pressed more kisses into the skin behind her ear. “I look forward to going to sleep with you in my arms every night.”

“Me too, but honestly, I’m not really ready to go to sleep quite yet.”

He smiled slyly, understanding her meaning, but playing along. “What did you have in mind?”

“Hmmm...I don’t know. Maybe we should play charades?” she giggled.

“That’s not quite what I was thinking, but if that’s what you prefer…”

She growled and nipped at his lip as her hands began wandering down his body. “This time, you tell me what feels good, okay?”

He took her chin in his hand so she would make eye contact with him. “Only if it’s what you really want to do, Emma. Please don’t feel pressured or obligated to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

“I won’t, but I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel earlier.”

“You don’t have to worry about that - it felt fantastic to me, too!”

She grinned, then set to work kissing her way down his body as her hand found his cock, which began to stiffen again under her touch. When it became apparent that she was intent on taking him into her mouth, Killian stopped her.

“I told you that you don’t have to do that, Love.”

“I know, but what if I want to?”

He searched her eyes momentarily for any sign of hesitance and, not seeing any, said, “Let me go clean up first.”

He saw how dark her lust-filled eyes were as she told him, “I...I kinda want to...taste you right now. Is that alright with you?”

“Your heart’s desire, Swan. I promise that’s all I want you to have,” he said, brushing his fingers across her cheek.

After throwing him a sweet smile, she turned her attention back to where she was slowly stroking him to rigidity. With each upward movement, she swiped her thumb across his tip, until she bent to press her lips to it and lightly sucked.

She looked back up at him to grin, then took more of him into her mouth, licking and sucking until her cheeks hollowed out.

It was Killian’s turn to fist the sheets. “Gods, Emma. That feels so good!” He didn’t want to force her to do anything, but he couldn’t help himself as he put his hand on the back of her head, encouraging her to take him deeper. When she did, he could hear her gag slightly.

“Stop, Love,” he said, cupping her chin to gently pull her off of him.

“It’s okay, Killian. I’ll get used to it.”

“We’ll have plenty of time in the future to experiment. Right now, come up here with me.”

She kissed his leaking tip one more time, then scooted up his body. He pulled her down to begin plundering her mouth with his tongue once again. As he did, she widened her hips and slid forward enough for his fully erect cock to slide up between her cheeks. Then she raised and lowered herself, dispersing her slick arousal along his shaft.

His breath was hitching against her mouth and he let out a long, low moan. “Emmmma...need to be inside you!”

Without taking the time to reply, she lifted up, grasped him and guided him into her welcoming wetness and warmth. Settling down around him, she took a few moments to adjust before beginning to ride him. Slow movements carried her up and down his hard member at a steady pace as he thrust up into her. Soon the tempo quickened as the sensations began to overwhelm them.

“Yesss, Emma! Just like that! Feels so...bloody...good!”

“Close, Killian! I feel like I’m gonna…” She couldn’t force any more words out as she dropped down, taking him in as far as she could while she shook with her powerful orgasm. Unable to hold back any longer, his climax occurred almost simultaneously.

Emma collapsed on top of him, completely spent. His fingers absently roamed up and down her back and through her tangled hair while his heartbeat slowly returned to normal. After several minutes, he heard her mumble something into his chest.

“What did you say, Sweetness?”

She turned her head to meet his eyes and repeated, “I love you, Babe.”

His answering smile was bright before he bent to place a kiss to the crown of her head. “I love you, too. I hope I was able to show you just how much.”

“I think you did a pretty good job.”

“Only pretty good?” he questioned.

“Well, I think we may need more practice so I can decide for sure,” she smirked.

“I’m definitely up for that!” he chuckled.

“Doesn’t really feel like you’re UP for it right now,” she teased, wiggling her ass and causing him to shift inside her.

“I didn’t hear you complaining a few minutes ago, Swan.”

“Mmmm...I have nothing to complain about. You were...amazing! And I want to thank you, Killian, for being so considerate and...gentle. You made it feel so good.”

“You’re welcome; but you made me feel just as good, my love.”

Emma laid her head back down, resting her cheek against his chest, and they remained that way for quite a while. Finally, Killian broke the silence. “Are you still awake, Love?”

“Mmhmm,” she replied sleepily.

“Let’s go get cleaned up. We won’t have to get up during the night with Alli, so we should be able to get a full night’s sleep.”

“But that means I have to move,” she muttered.

“It will only take a few minutes, then we’ll come right back” he chuckled. “I think you’ll survive!”

Reluctantly, she rolled off of him, pushed herself to her feet and stumbled in the direction of the bathroom. He followed her, stopping to grab some sleep pants and a T-shirt.

When they got into the bathroom, he ran warm water over two washcloths and handed her one while he used the other one on himself. He noticed she seemed to be a bit self-conscious of her nakedness again, and hoped that in time, she would become much more comfortable.

He slid his sleep pants on and was about to pull the T-shirt over his head, but turned and handed it to her instead.

“You don’t have to do that. I can go to my room and get my pajamas.”

He scratched behind his ear, then admitted, “I know you can, but it’s actually quite a turn-on to think of you wearing my shirt.”

“In that case…” she smirked, tugging the shirt over her head. After flipping her hair out and yanking the hem of it down to mid-thigh, she struck a model pose and teased, “So what do you think? Are you turned on?”

“You have no idea,” he growled, moving to take her into his arms. They shared some sweet kisses, then brushed their teeth and took their turns going to the bathroom.

Once Emma had gotten some underwear and her pillow from her room, and Killian had gone to the kitchen to get each of them a bottle of water and let Zeke outside for the final time, they met back in his bedroom.

“Do you prefer a certain side of the bed?” he asked.

“No, it doesn’t matter to me.”

He shook out the covers then flipped them back invitingly. “I’m sure we’ll be able to figure out how we’re most comfortable soon.”

She nodded and sat on the mattress, scooting over to the far side to lay down, and he slid in beside her. They laid side-by-side, each lost in their thoughts.

“It was a perfect night, Killian,” Emma whispered.

He rolled to his side and propped himself on his elbow to look at her. “Aye, it really was. Thank you for setting up the date.”

Reaching up with her left hand, she caressed his cheek and he turned to press a kiss to her wrist. “I hope we’ll be able to share many more nights like this, although we can’t expect Mary Margaret and David to keep Alli very often. After all, they have a wedding to plan.”

“I’m sure we’ll find plenty of opportunities to have some time to ourselves, Love. And don’t forget - we’ll be together here in our bed every night from now on.”

“Yeah, that’s gonna be nice.” She craned her neck to kiss him and he leaned in to meet her halfway. “Goodnight, Babe. I love you very much.”

“Sweet dreams, Emma. I love you, too.”

She turned over onto her left side and he moved behind her, molding his body to hers and wrapping his right arm around her. She ran her hand along his arm and sighed happily, then they drifted to sleep peacefully, wrapped up in each other’s arms and the warmth of their love.

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