She didn't know how it happened. She didn't even know how they even came up with that particular idea. All she knew was that she was with Killian Jones, playing doctor at 4 am in the morning. Very much drunk. And very much in the same house as David, Mary Margaret and Henry. In their new house.

"So, darling. Where does it hurt exactly?", he asked, approaching her with a devilish grin. She didn't even want to know what he was thinking. Or better, she knew exactly what he was thinking. She couldn't help it.

"Here.", Emma said, putting her finger on her back, under her shirt, sort of having the exact same kind of smirk. God, Emma, what the hell are you doing?

"Hmmm." He came even closer, moving behind her, so she couldn't see him.

However, she could feel him. His hand touched her Bach gently, caressing it, causing her to sigh in a very promising way.

"We should stop.", she whispered. "If someone wakes up… We should stop.", she repeated.

"Are you sure about that, love?", he whispered back, lowering his head and kissing that same spot on her back slowly and steadily, creating circles with his soft, wet lips.

His hand moved under her shirt, touching her stomach, his mouth still teasing the soft spot in her back.

"That's enough!", she said, a little bit louder, and in a matter of seconds, she turned around and pulled his lapels (he was still wearing his leather pirate clothes) once more, her mouth onto and into hers.

"The plan was for me to make you feel better, love.", he said breathlessly between the kisses. "You're not such a patient patient."

"I'm not sick.", she managed to say. "I'm hungry."

After that, the kisses got deeper and more desperate. His coat was long thrown behind them, when
they heard a knock on the door.

"Emma? Are you asleep?" It was David.

"He's gonna kill me.", Killian stated.

"I know.", she responded, whispering. "Stop talking. He's gonna leave."

She must have been really drunk. Or really taken aback by his glorious kissing abilities. Because all Emma did was continue kissing him. Soundless little kisses.

But David -Charming didn't leave. He kicked the door. He fucking kicked the door and got in.

"Stay away from her!", he shouted, holding a… sword?! God, it was worse than she had expected.

"Dad!", Emma stepped in between the two of them. "Stop."

"Did he force you to do anything? Tell me and I'm gonna cut his head off!"

"Oh, mate! I'd never do such a thing, OK?"

"Sure, mate!", Charming replied ironically. He turned to Emma. "He's out."

"What?" That was Emma.

"Show him the exit. Now."

"God, this is so surreal.", was said, more to herself. She grabbed his arm. "Come."

He followed her to the door and she opened it.

"We're not done here, love.", he just said.

"You bet we aren't.", she responded and pulled him in a long, slow kiss.

"Goodnight, Emma.", he said, after a while.

"Goodnight, Killian.", Emma replied and closed the door with a smile that didn't leave her face for the rest of the night.