Author's Note: OK QUICK NOTE BEFORE THE FANFIC SO THAT THERE IS NO CONFUSION AS TO THE ARRANGEMENT OF THE BATHROOM/SHOWER!

The bathroom IS the shower, there is litterally a shower head above of the toilet seat, and there is a sink right in front of it, which really makes moving around in it the most awkward thing ever due to lack of space.

Prompt: My shower isn't working can I use yours

Bloody hell .

Today was not his day.

First, he'd woken up twenty five minutes late to his class, which had gotten him a very distasteful look and a lecture on tardiness from the professor that made him feel like he was still none but a wee lad receiving a scolding in his young years, and he was calling bullshit on what people said about college professors not giving a fuck about their students' presence or not in their classes.

Then, an insufferable freshman had slipped and doused him with that infect soup they sometimes served right as he was directing himself towards the refectory, and, sure the kid didn't mean it, but it was wasting precious time from his already short lunch break, and why the hell did he have to choose classes that left him no time to nourish himself?!

And now, his shower was spitting out freezing murky water that kept on going darker and colder the longer it ran no matter what he did.

All in all, Killian Jones was having the worst possible day ever.

He got out of the shower and threw on a pair of grey sweatpants as well as a black shirt with the university crest on it, tucked on his slippers, throwing a towel over his shoulder and grabbing his key, and headed for the door before he could change his mind.

Killian Jones didn't know many people on his floor, having only seen most of them once at some party the RA had been throwing and never addressing them ever again.

Not that they didn't seem like nice people, he just hadn't clicked with any of them.

Well.

Except her.

Emma Swan.

He'd met her before the rest of the floor, as she was in his criminal psychology class, where they'd hit it off quite well if you'd ask him.
And by "hit it off quite well" Killian meant that he'd made innuendoes under his breath during the entity of the class and each had elicited a small, quiet laugh from her that made him wish to hear what her laugh sounded like at its full audibility.

From then on, they'd hung out a few times after her best friend, a lass named Mary Margaret (he would never understand how some people could be so cruel to their child) started going out with his mate David.

No need to mention that during that period of time, he'd come to fancy Swan quite a bit.

He knocked twice on the door, and was greeted a few seconds later by Emma's scowling face, which seemed to relax a bit when she saw him.

"Jones, what are you doing here?"

"You reay shouldn't frown, love" he said, pointing to her bunched up brows "wouldn't want to ruin your lovely face with wrinkles now would we?"

"Did you come here to reprimand me on my frowning?" She asked, an eyebrow raised "Because if so I'm going to shut this door right in your face because I have more important things to do."

"Now now, Swan, no need for bad form" he said as he walked into the room.

"Again," she repeated, closing the door behind her before crossing her arms on her chest "what do you want?"

"Well love, since you seem fixated about the meaning of my presence in your room, I need your shower."

"What?" She scrunched her eyebrows and looked at him in a confused manner.

"Your shower, Swan, I need to use it" he answered, he said, a bit slower.

"Why?" She still looked baffled at his request.

"Well, some git sprayed me with soup so I'd quite like to feel clean again if you wouldn't mind"

She rolled her eyes and shook her head slightly "No you asshat, why do you need my shower? Why can't you shower in your own room?"

He raised an eyebrow at her creative curse word before answering "Ah well apparently my shower decided to spew bloody ice cold mud water at me and won't seem to filter out. To which I ask again, may I shower here please?"

"Ugh fine, sure," she said, pushing past him to lay on her bed and put her laptop back on her lap "but only because you look so pathetic and smell like over salted boiled vegetables" she smirked at her screen as she began typing furiously.

Killian entered the small bathroom and began taking off his clothes, bumping more than once into the textured glass separating the room from the tight bathroom and blocked it from outside view.

Emma chuckled at the curses spilling out of his mouth, and the sounds of him continuously hitting the small surface of the bathroom, until she heard the big thud of someone falling down on bathroom tiles, which made her burst out in laughter.

"Need any help in there?" She called out, only realising what she'd said too late, his smirking face already popping out of my the shower, an eyebrow raised higher than she'd ever seen before.

"Why, Swan, you know you're more than welcome to lend a helping hand, or join me as the matter a fact"

She could feel her cheeks starting to heat up "I- I didn't- I mean- it just- it slipped out!" She stammered, blushing even harder under his heated gaze.

"Suit yourself, love, whatever helps you sleep at night" he said, popping back into the the shower.

A minute or two later, she saw a neatly folded pile of clothes with a towel on top slide right outside the bathroom, heard the glass door slide shut, and the water stream begin to fall, finally realising what was going on.

Killian Jones was showering in her room.

Killian "sex god" Jones was naked in her room.

God Ruby was gonna kill her when she'd learn that the guy Emma had some deep ass feelings for was in the nude in her room and she hadn't done anything about it.

A good five minutes passed until she heard some more commotion coming from the bathroom, the noise of plastic bottles falling against each-other and on the ground, and a few more swears which made her smirk.

She slid the computer off her legs and placed herself near the door of the bathroom, the glass's partial opacity allowing her none but the view of Killian's well defined silhouette, which she allowed herself a moment to drool over.

"Everything fine in there?" She called out.

"Bloody hell Swan! Why on earth do you have so many bottles?" She could hear desperation in his tone, which made her laugh.

"Aww, the great Killian Jones is confused by hair and body products who would have known."

"Oi don't laugh at a man's misery, Swan! Anyway who has that many types of products? I swear to you I've already counted three shampoos and two shower gels, and what the bickering fuck is a body scrub?!"

This made her topple over with laughter, the simple though of Killian Jones, bad boy extraordinaire, confused by a body scrub bringing tears to her eyes that blurred her vision.

"Bad form love- " said Killian, opening the door to pick up the towel, not realising she'd been standing right in front of it, making her laugh die out in her throat and causing the both of them to freeze for a moment, taking in the situation.

Emma's eyes darted to his toned chest and abdomen, forcing herself to turn her head completely before her eyes dropped too low.

Killian did not miss the way her state had racked him over nearly completely, and settled in a relaxed pose, leaning on the doorframe of the shower, sticking his tongue out to lick his lower lip, a cheeky grin adorning his face and an eyebrow raised.
"See anything you like love?"

She didn't answer, but instead turned on her ground deciding which direction to go and what to do, avoiding his gaze at all cost, to which he chuckled deeply.

She walked back to her bed and settles on it again while he bent over to pick up his towel, giving her a perfect view of his backside, (and no, absolutely not, she did not stare at Killian Jones' ass), before he sent a wink her way and got back in the shower.

He then came out with the towel wrapped around his waist, picked up the rest of his clothes, and went back in, only coming out again later, fully dressed, rubbing his wet hair with the towel.

She got up from her bed and stood next to him, crossing her arms against her chest again.

"Look, I'm sorry about before I didn't mean to stare," she started rambling, moving her arms around to illustrate her point, her green eyes pointing anywhere but on his blue ones, intended on catching her stare "and I really didn't mean to see anything, and I swear I didn't see anything, not that there isn't anything to see! I'm sure there is! Not that I think about whether or not there's anything to see, because I don't! And I'm blabbering now god I'm sorry-"

She was cut by a set of lips capturing her own in a passionate kiss she didn't take long to reciprocate, her body leaning into his as his hands snaked around her waist, keeping her close to him, and hers made their way around his neck, her fingertips playing with his drying hair.

His lips were soft on hers, and there was only one though on her mind:
HOLY SHIT I'M MAKING OUT WITH KILLIAN JONES.

And her hands were warm on his neck, while his mind was filled with one though, and one thought only:
HOLY SHIT I'M MAKING OUT WITH EMMA SWAN.

When they finally broke apart, they stared into each-other's eyes, taking in what had just happened, a smile of the purest kind gracing both their faces.

"Well," started Emma "that was surely the best way I've ever been shut up."

"Aye, well I wouldn't mind having to shut you up again." said Killian "Mind you, love, not that I don't find what you have to say very interesting most of the time."

"Well how about you shut me up tonight at diner?" She asked, biting slightly her lower lip, and raising an eyebrow.

"Swan, shouldn't I be the one asking you out?" He asked, a playful tone in his voice.

"Well, you still hadn't asked me out since the beginning of the semester so I thought it necessary for me to take things into my own hands" she said, running a thumb down his cheek.

"Well who am I to go against a lady's order? So, until tonight, love?" He said, detaching himself from her, and heading for the door.

"Yeah," she nodded "Tonight."

And if he pumped a fist in the air as he walked back to his room, Killian would never admit, just as Emma would never be honest about the fact that she spent the next fifteen minutes doing some sort of happy dance while calling Ruby to tell her the news.

That night, Killian didn't shut her up once, over diner, captivated by what she had to say, and later, he did the complete opposite of shutting her up.

And years later, at their wedding, they all raised their glasses and toasted, to bad soups and broken showers.

Final Notes:AHHHH! Okay so I actually really love College AUs (you can probably tell, as my other fanfic is yet another CS College AU) but hey, what do you want from me :p

Alright well feel free to leave a comment or kudos or whatever to let me know what you think, and if you have any prompts you'd like to see, feel free to leave them in the comments!

I guess that's all, so Camphalfbloodprince out!