This needed to be written even though I have a few stories pending. It'll only be a few chapters and I already have a couple written so updates should be at least once a week if all goes well (but as usual I'm not making promises).
Thanks to oncertwice for helping me sort things out as usual and a big thanks to phiralovesloki for proof-reading and beta this story and cheering me on!
Oh and this story is smutty…. very smutty.
The slam of the door informs him of another date gone wrong. Emma appears in the living room kicking her heels across the room as she flops onto the couch next to him. He looks at her both eyebrows raised as he awaits her rant about the latest bloke she agreed to go out with. She turns her head as she sees the bottle in his hands and takes it without permission and gulps half of the content.
"Bad date?"
Emma scoffs at his comment and takes another swig of his beer.
"You know there's more in the fridge." She finally turns around to look at him with a smile on her face.
"Good, then you can bring me one." Killian gives her fake smile as he gets up, taking the empty beer bottle from her hands and making his way towards the kitchen.
"Care to share what went wrong with this one?" he asks as he grabs the refreshments from the fridge and heads back to the living room, resuming his place next to her.
"It all started out so well, getting to know each other, he was charming and funny, but he then decided to ruin it by asking me if I was down for a threesome with his girlfriend," she spits, followed by loudly exhaling.
Killian coughs, beer lodging at the back of his throat as he gasps for air.
"You're kidding me?" he manages to ask, his voice hoarse.
"Nope."
They stay in silence for a little while, both watching the television but not really paying attention, Killian still not believing that she went out with such pig and Emma clearly thinking the same thing.
"You know what? I think this whole dating thing isn't for me. I should just find a man with who I can occasionally have sex with, no strings attached. I don't need that whole emotional commitment crap."
"You mean like a friend with benefits?"
"Yeah."
"Why don't you have a one night stand? It will scratch the itch."
"Because one night stands are not as awesome as you expect. I mean you meet a guy, you have a couple of drinks, end up either at his or your apartment and have sex. Most of the time, it's not even great because you're just seeking the most basic of release and nothing else." Emma stares at him as she points her index to him as if she was suddenly accusing him of something. "You guys are guaranteed to have an orgasm, us girls, not so much. So you see my problem with one night stands?"
Touché.
"But aren't you afraid that if you have sex with the same person to help satiate your primal needs, you'll develop feelings for them?" he retorts as he takes a sip of his drink.
"Why? Just because you have sex a couple of times doesn't mean I need to love the person giving me orgasms."
Once again, Emma leaves him speechless. She shifts on her cushion and turns her upper body around as she tucks one leg under her, her left arm resting on the back of the couch, her beer safely tucked between her thighs.
"What about you? Are you a one night stand kind of man or a friends with benefits kind of man?"
Killian licks his lips as he ponders on the question. He was once a man that craved a relationship with another person, learning everything about them and giving himself to them. That relationship turned out quite ugly, breaking his heart into tiny little pieces, the burning ache that was lodge deep in his chest almost as if someone poured acid on the remaining pieces that was once his heart. Since then, one night stands were by far the deepest relationship he had with a woman.
"I have never experience having a friend with such benefits, so I would go with sharing one night with a perfect stranger. Although, I wouldn't mind either having the same person to be intimate with, more reliable I guess."
"Aren't you afraid of falling for them?" she teases as she asks him back his own question.
Killian laughs at her comment as his hand goes at the back of his head, the tips of his fingers scratching his ear.
"Well, let's say that my heart has been damaged enough for me to want to commit myself in a loving relationship."
Emma hums at his response, her eyes set on him as if she is studying him. He squints at her as if he can suddenly see the wheels turning inside her head and he slowly starts to shake his head from left to right.
"No," he firmly says as she opens her mouth, ready to retort. "No."
"What? I haven't said anything!" she tells him but he can see the hint of a smile that she tries to hide.
"You haven't but I can see where those thoughts were leading you."
"Why not?" she simply asks him as she straightens her back.
"Because," he manages to say. He knows it's a poor explanation but it's the only word that he pops to mind.
"Because what? I mean you're fairly attractive, and I know that you think I'm pretty with the way you look at me, don't you deny it."
"Fairly attractive? That's an understatement, I would say devilishly handsome." Emma rolls her eyes at his rectification.
"Come on, think about it. We know each other well enough for it not to be awkward, we both have a fear of commitment, it's perfect."
"Sure, but we live together."
"Yeah so? It's not like we are the best of friends, we tolerate each other. And think about it, we won't have to worry about roommates barging in or anything of that sort."
Killian sighs as he considers what she's trying to sell him. He drinks what's left of his beer and then gets up to get himself a refill. It is definitely a conversation needing some more alcohol. As he enters the kitchen, he walks over the cabinet where they keep the hard liquor and grabs two clean glasses and walks back to couch where Emma still awaits for his answer.
He drops the glasses on the coffee table, pouring a generous amount of rum in both glasses and then takes his own. The burning sensation that makes its way down his throat is a good distraction from their topic of conversation.
It's not that he doesn't want her. Hell, the first time he saw her he felt his jaw go slack as he was mesmerized by her beauty. Even though she does have a point, they are not close friends or friends for that matter, it's still shaky ground to venture on.
"If we do this, and I'm not saying we are, we would need some ground rules," he warns her.
"Deal," she quickly answers, and might he add, eagerly.
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She doesn't know what possessed her to ask him that. Well, technically she didn't ask him, he deduced it. Maybe it was the track record of awful dates that led her to that idea or the fact that the man was sex on legs tormenting her every day as he walked around the apartment completely shirtless combined with the fact that she was horny as fuck.
She had meant what she said, she wasn't looking for a boyfriend right now or ever. Killian was only the guy who happened to have a room to rent just when she couldn't afford to pay for the apartment she used to share with her sister. The worst that could happen is that it doesn't work and she needs to move again.
The silence between them is awkward. They both don't know how to proceed after setting the rules of this thing they are embarking upon. Emma finishes her drink, biting her bottom lip as she swallows the burning liquid down her throat. She raises her eyes to him and sees him do the same thing, which is quickly followed with an awkward laugh.
"So, how do we do this?" she tentatively asks.
"Don't tell me I need to show you how intercourse works too?" he teases her and she's grateful he does, the laughter helping her settle her nerves.
"Shut up." She hits his chest with the back of her hand.
They lock their eyes once more, Killian scratching the back of his ear for the millionth time. She decides to take matter in her own hands, especially since it was her idea after all, and scoots closer to him. Their knees bump together, and it's stupid because they are barely touching but she already feels that the air around makes it hard to breath. She gathers some courage and drops her hand on his thigh and she can now hear his shallow breathing.
"Maybe we can just start by kissing?" Emma proposes as she slowly leans in, the spicy and manly scent that is Killian suddenly overwhelming her senses.
"That would be a start," he whispers, their lips barely touching one another.
They chastely press their lips together, neither knowing where to go from there. Emma feels his hand move from his thighs to cup her cheek, tilting her head softly to the side as he slightly opens his mouth to her.
The feel of his tongue caressing her bottom lip is what spurs her on, opening her mouth to him. From that point on things escalate quickly, Emma moving from her spot on the couch to straddle his lips, her core now aching for attention. She moans into his mouth when she feels him hard beneath her, her hips instantly pressing down to feel him rub against the seam of her jeans. He lets out low growl as she grinds her hips down, his hands firmly holding her waist.
Killian breaks the kiss, their foreheads pressed together while one of his hands moves up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. The sweet gesture is too much for her to handle, it's not what she needs. She grabs his wrists and pushes them back until they are trapped next to his head.
"Bedroom?" he growls lowly at the same time that he pushes his hips up, his arousal pressing on her clit.
"Mine," she moans as she leans in for a kiss, teeth nibbling his bottom lip. "Remember, no cuddling afterwards and you sleep in your own bed."
He kisses her back as an answer and then they are both up hastily making their way towards her room. Once they are in, she grabs him by the collar of his shirt and smacks her lips to his while her hands fumble with his belt. Her hand finally manages to free him from his pants, his cock jutting out while her fingers wrap around him.
Emma manages quite poorly to hide her expression as she feels him hard in her palm, realizing that that cocky attitude and innuendos regarding his masculinity do have a foundation. Killian notices her gestures faltering for a bit and raises his eyes to look at her. A sly smirk appears on his face and she can't help to roll her eyes at the way he's looking at her. Her nonverbal appreciation has clearly inflated his ego.
"Like what you feel?" he teases her, his accent now thicker than usual.
"It would like it better if I could feel it inside me," she quips back, earning herself a groan from him as he quickly grabs her and pushes her down on the mattress.
Their clothes quickly make their way to the floor while Killian crawls up to her naked body, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses on her stomach up to her throat, stopping to give a special attention to her breasts.
Her back arches when he takes her nipple between his teeth, his tongue then caressing the sting while his hand travels between legs, his fingertips barely touching where she needs him most. Emma can feel the tension build deep in her abdomen, making her more and more desperate to have him inside her, filling her in the most erotic and delicious way.
Not wanting to wait anymore, she grabs his head and pulls him up to her, kissing him fervently while parting her legs as she then wraps them around him, his cock now sliding through her dripping folds. They both moan at the contact of their hot needy flesh, her hips instantly undulating as she's seeking for some more friction. Killian keeps his lips on hers as she hears the sound of foil paper being ripped, his hands then disappearing between their bodies. Suddenly, she feels the tip of his cock nudge her entrance until he's slowly sliding inside of her, gasping when he's stretching her in the most wonderful way.
They're both still for a moment as they try to regain some control over the amazing sensations they have both just experienced. Killian leans his head back to look at her, with a look that she cannot quite decipher.
"Are you about this?" His voice is unusually vulnerable, a side of him that she has never seen before.
"Yeah," she breathes out as she starts to push her hips up to show him how much she actually wants it.
His eyes close shut as she starts moving, and when he opens them again she only sees a predatory glint appear in them as he starts to thrust himself in and out of her.
Her nails dig into his back as he keeps the brutal pace he has set Emma tries to meet his thrusts but in the end she just lets him take her. Killian already has her on the verge of her climax, which normally would take time for any of her one time lovers to bring her there. One thing was for sure, he was skilled and he knew it.
"Fuck, right there," she moans as he straightens himself, his hands gripping her hips as he changes the angle of his thrusts.
Emma barely manages to open her eyes to look at him as he bites his bottom lip, eyebrows furrowed. The sight of him like that, face contorted in pleasure is enough to push her over the edge. Killian is closely behind her as his movements start to get more desperate and erratic, his mouth parting in a silent cry as he spills himself inside her.
He lets himself fall next to her, their chests heaving while they try to regain their breath. They stay in silence, neither knowing what the next step should be now that they have crossed this line between the relationship they have shared for the past months.
Emma turns her head to look at him and he does the same. She notices that his cheeks are red and that he looks unfairly attractive.
"So," she starts saying not knowing what to say but needing to break the silence between them.
"So," he replies followed by them chuckling at the absurdity of being shy after having sex. "I guess this officially makes us roommates with benefits."
"Yeah." She doesn't know what to say even though there are a ton of things going on in her head.
For starters, it's the best sex she's had in months. She was expecting Killian to be all talk since from experience guys who tended to be flirtatious with everything that moved or constantly made some innuendos were actually quite average when it came to bed. But Killian, well he's set the bar pretty high.
She's also hoping that this won't change the semi-friendship they had going on. Even if he wasn't close to her, which was one of the reasons she thought he was perfect for this, she doesn't want to ruin it. She had told herself that if it didn't work she would move, but ideally she would stay.
The bed shifts the moment that Killian gets up from the bed and walks towards the bathroom to get himself cleaned up. Emma can't stop looking at his bare ass, the only thing that she wants is to have a bite.
While Killian is in the bathroom, she takes the opportunity to get up and get a pair of panties from her dresser and a tank top and settle herself back in her bed. He gets out seconds later, his boxer briefs hanging low on his hips as he walks back next to her bed and bends down to grab his clothes. He keeps the pile of fabric in one arm, the other too busy being raised so that he can scratch the back of his ear.
"This was fun. I...well, goodnight then." Emma smiles at his awkwardness, if you would have asked her, she would have never thought about Killian Jones being the bashful kind.
"Yeah, see you tomorrow."
He walks out of her room, carefully closing the door behind him. Emma grabs her phone and fixes her alarm before plugging it to her charger on her nightstand and letting herself lie back on her bed. She hopes that this shyness fades quickly, wanting the shameless flirt to come back. If he's like that in the morning, Emma has an idea on how to make him break.
