So in my story Ruby and Killian are siblings from the U.K so they both have accent who moved over to the U.S.A when they were still young and Emma has lived in the U.S like all her life. Emma and Ruby are 20 and met when they were 18 in university and then obviously Emma has met Killian a couple of times and Killian is 24, just so you are all aware. It'll all be explained, I just wanted to give you some background information so your aware.

Set in New York because I can.

Probably update every week or every two weeks! *I'll try to, promise!

Smut warning for later chapters, so if you don't like it then don't read: simple :)

"Emma," an accented voice drawled from the doorway, causing the blonde in question to pop her head up from the pile of books currently occupying her with a curious gaze.

"Well, you remember Killian-"

Emma fought back a groan at that. Of course she remembered Killian.

Stubborn idiot. Smug asshole. Annoying personality. Notorious womanizer who thought he could throw innuendos at anything with a pulse? Yeah, of course she remembered Ruby's older brother who had a knack for pushing his nose in places it didn't belong.

She really didn't think about his red, kissable lips. No, not at all.

Or the way his back muscles moved when he strolled that god damn smug, sly walk of his.

Or the way his ass looked in those je-

"Emma," a voice snapped her back to reality, causing her to jerk around to face Ruby again, reminding her of the question left unanswered.

She snorted, "Of course I remember him, is there a reason I need to be reminded of his existence right this second?"

"Well, he's got a summer internship in New York so he'll be staying for a while and his appartment is short of up the road so..." she trailed off.

The blonde threw an irritated glance in her direction causing a snigger out of the newly turned red-head.

"So he'll be around a lot and I'll have to deal with the consequences of your idiotic, egotistical brothers presence, thank you ever so much."

Well, Emma didn't intend for it to come out as a growl, that counted for something. Right?

A sly grin the double of Killian's spread across the brunettes lips as she ducked the hairbrush thrown her way, beginning to slowly retreat from the bedroom.

"Traitor," she growled beneath her breath.

"Love you, Ems!" came the reply and Emma could hear the smirk in her high pitched voice.

With a thud, Emma's head bounced down on the desk with a loud groan.

"Now now, Swan, there's no need to be so ecstatic over my return," a soft lilt drifted over from the doorway yet again, this time accompanied with scruff and dark locks. "I know you love me really," there was that crooked grin that accompanied those really really red, really kissable lips that made her want to-

Nope. No, no, no. Don't go there, Swan. You absolutely don't want to kiss him-

"Of course your here," she grumbled.

"I have missed you too, my dear Swan".

"Not your anything, Jones".

"Of course not, love".

That damn, infuriating smirk again. Ugh.

"And here we go with the pet names," she grumbled under her breath, causing the smirk to widen even further on his smug face.

Blatantly ignoring him, she turned back towards the books laid on the task she was presently sat at.

"Ignoring me won't make me go away," he sang, plopping himself at the end of her bed which put the two of them in touching distance, much to Emma's distaste. Leaning forward, he tucked a stray curl behind her ear, smiling all happily to himself.

Slamming her book shut with a loud thud, she turned to face him with a scowl, "What do you want, Jones?"

"Why to spend a day with a beautiful lass such as yourself, love."

Well ain't that just cheesy mister.

Smug, attractive bastard.

"Well, I'm busy."

"Still upset about my last visit I see, sweetheart."

"Not. Your. Sweetheart", accompanied by another growl.

"You'll have to forgive me sometime, my dear Swan."

"Goodbye, Jones," her lips popped as she reopened the psychology book she was previously studying fro-

"What?" she growled as it suddenly disappeared from her sight and into the hand of an always smirking, Killian Jones.

"I'm not leaving until you agree to tomorrow night."

"Ugh, of course this is about you."

"Come now, Swan. You'd already agreed to be my date for tomorrow night those months ago and you love art. I really see no probl-"

"Before I knew who you were and again, before I saw the man whore beneath all that charm."

"So you admit I'm charming?"

A wink. A smirk. A twinkle of his eyes.

And a soft brush of his red lips across her cheek.

"I'll pick you up at seven, love."

Then as soon as he appeared, he was gone with a swagger only Killian Jones could manage.

"Have I ever mentioned how much I hate you?"

"I don't recall that, nope".

"Well, I do," came the annoyed huff from the blonde.

"Come on Ems, you love me really", with a twinkle in her blue eyes that just matched the more irritating Jones sibling.

"Nope."

"Yes".

"No".

"Yes, you do", she sang.

A chuckle escaped the brunettes lips, "Come on Ems, we're going to have to go shopping for a dress for you to have a shot at seducing my brother."

A menacing growl. A twitch of lips.

"You did promise you'd make an effort to like my family."

Yeah, before she'd met Killian. And no doubt the rest of them were 500 times worse. Though, in reality what did she expect for having Ruby for a family member?

"Please..."

And a pillow hit the brunette in the face, forcing Ruby falling backward onto the bed.

"Fine."

Emma was a sucker for guilt trips.

then-

"But I really do hate you", Emma commented, wanting the last word in.

"Nope, you do not. You love me too much and where would you be without me?"

Another damn Jones smirk.

"And you owe me, big time. I mean I'm talking buying me drinks for the rest of my life."

"If you say so," Ruby's sing song voice was really getting on her last nerves.

Like so much.

But-

"There better be a chinese left waiting for me in that kitchen when I get back if you know what's good for you."

Ugh, as if her life wasn't bad enough. She just had to grab the attention of a notorious womanizer.

Who's sister enjoys guilt tripping and blackmailing her into spending time with her brother. Just so that his protectiveness was projected elsewhere, ugh.

Why was she so screwed up?

And that just about summed up her current situation.

Shaking with nerves.

In a long, red dress too tight to breathe, almost.

And no she wasn't just being dramatic, thank you very much, Ruby.

6:59

Until a knock echoed from the hallway...