AN: This is the first part of a fic inspired by the song "Boston" by the Dresden Dolls. It will probably be three or four parts.

Part One

Emma smiled as she looked over the menu in front of her, pretending to consider what to order. She'd eaten at the hotel restaurant often enough to know what was good, and most of her attention was on the man sitting across from her. Tall, light brown hair, with the right amount of scruff and an accent that could just wash over her, she'd been interested ever since she'd ran into Graham in the hallway upstairs - quite literally - and hadn't had to hint too hard before he'd asked her to dinner.

He'd known who she was, but it hadn't thrown him like it did most people. He'd told her that he'd seen one or two of her films, liked her performance but hadn't heard of much of her other work, which was the comment that she got from most people. But instead of wanting to know about the other actors that she'd worked with, or what her favourite kind of ice cream was, he was more curious about the type of life that hopefully-budding stardom was bringing her, and didn't push her if the topics became too personal.

When she'd first met him earlier that afternoon, all she'd wanted from him was a little wining and dining before taking him to bed to occupy her for the night, but she found herself actually enjoying herself a lot more than she'd expected to.

'What's Vancouver like?' he asked as she took a sip of wine.

'Hmm,' she said, lowering her glass. 'Cold. When I was there, anyway. You have to tell me about that accent, though. I'd know Irish anywhere.'

'Northern Ireland, actually,' he told her, smiling at her before his eyes dipped to the menu again. 'I moved here a few years ago.'

'For work?' she asked lightly, pushing aside thoughts of another Irishman that she knew. He wasn't there, and she was really starting to like this one.

(A part of her couldn't wait to tell Killian about him, later. Would he be jealous?)

(It's not about jealousy. Stop it.)

'Just fancied a sea change,' he said, keeping his tone casual to match hers. It was clear that there was a story there, but if he wasn't going to offer the information then she wasn't going to push him. 'What were you thinking for -'

'Emma Swan.'

Emma's body was turning before she could stop herself, one hand gripping the back of her chair tightly as she looked around for the owner of that smug, arrogant voice. When her eyes landed on him, standing a few feet behind her, her mouth slipped into a large grin before she could restrain it into something slightly more neutral. 'Killian? What are you doing here?'

He looked at her, just looked at her for a few seconds, and she could feel the same thrill humming through her as she knew he was feeling. After a moment he stepped up to the table, his fingers tapping lightly on the surface, his body angled enough toward Emma that it excluded Graham. 'Jeff's sick,' he told her. 'We had to cancel a few shows, so I came home for a couple of days.'

Her eyes flickered to Graham, who leaned forward slightly to grab Killian's attention. 'You're the guy in that band, aren't you?'

Leaning back in her chair, Emma watched in amusement as Killian's grin faded into a barely upturning of his lips. They were always open about their conquests on the road - to the point of bragging and competition, sometimes - but this was the first time that one of them had met the other. Raising his eyebrow at her, he turned to face Graham, who was looking on with faint confusion. 'Killian Jones,' he said, holding out his hand, which the other man shook. 'Guitarist.'

'Graham Humbert,' Graham said, and didn't offer anything else.

Killian must have realized that he was interrupting their night - like he hadn't known before he'd come over. 'I'll leave you to order,' he said, and she didn't miss the tightening around his eyes when they turned back to her. 'I'm here until Saturday.'

'I'm leaving tomorrow morning,' she said, grimacing.

They watched each other for a few seconds, Emma's mind racing as she saw the realization in Killian's eyes before his guard went back up. 'All right,' he said eventually. 'Next time, perhaps -'

'No.' Her mouth snapped shut after the words slipped out automatically. She looked from deep blue eyes to warm green ones and back again. She actually liked Graham, had enjoyed the start of her night with him, but she couldn't give up this chance to see Killian, not when it had been months since they'd last been even in the same state. Turning back to Graham, she frowned at him apologetically, hoping that he could see how sincere she was. 'I'm so sorry.'

Leaning back in his chair, he smiled faintly, his disappointment plain. 'Don't be,' he said, waving his hand across the table. 'We hadn't even ordered yet. No loss but the company.'

His easy acceptance only made her feel worse. 'Let me pay for my drinks,' she said, reaching for her purse, but he held out his hand to stop her.

'It's fine, I've got it,' he said, smiling at her warmly. 'Maybe another time, if you're back in town?'

She ignored the impatient sound that Killian made from beside her, trying not to roll her eyes because surely she could have a minute or so since he was interrupting her night? 'Absolutely,' she told Graham, meaning it where she normally wouldn't. 'Do you mind if I call you, though? I don't like to give my number out.'

'Of course.' Pulling his wallet out of his jacket, he scribbled down some numbers of the pen that she supplied, his fingers brushing hers when he handed both to her. 'Enjoy the rest of your night, Emma,' he said, his smile slipping slightly when he turned his head to nod to Killian. 'Mr Jones.'

'Humbert,' Killian said, and she sighed at the sudden overly friendly tone of his voice.

Smiling at Graham one last time, she grabbed her coat and her purse, stuffing the card inside before following Killian out of the dining area. 'I have a room here,' she told him. 'Did you want to get a drink?'

'I have drinks at my place,' he told her, his hand coming to rest lightly on her lower back, guiding her toward the exit and she couldn't deny the way a coil tightened in her stomach. The night was cold, but his touch was warm through the material of her dress, and she didn't bother to put her coat on, knowing that he'd have the heat on in his car anyway. Once the valet had brought it around and tossed him the keys, she climbed into the passenger seat.

Neither of them spoke as he pulled out onto the street and turned toward the area of the city where his apartment was. After a few minutes of silence she reached for the radio, flicking through stations until she found a song that she liked.

'What brings you home?' he asked eventually. Why didn't you tell me you were here? was what she heard.

'Mary Margaret and David had a baby, did you hear about that?' she asked. He nodded, keeping his eyes straight ahead but his smile was genuine. 'I came to visit for a few days, before I start my next job. They hired a sitter to look after the baby so they can have a night out, so I booked a room at the hotel.'

'They kicked you out?' Killian asked, sounding amused.

'I offered,' she said dryly. 'I didn't mention it because you're supposed to be on tour,' she reminded him, 'so I didn't think we'd see each other. Plus, you haven't returned my last email from over a week ago.'

Huffing a laugh, he shrugged lightly. 'I've been busy.'

'Busy not being on tour?'

'Exactly,' he said unapologetically, and she sighed dramatically. 'And we did play up until last night, but now Jefferson's got some throat infection or something.'

They fell into silence again, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It wasn't relaxing either, though; she could feel the tension in the air between them. She chewed at her bottom lip as they drove, impatient to reach their destination.

He pulled into the small parking lot of his apartment building, and had the key out of the ignition as soon as he'd pulled to a stop, out of the door before she could unbuckle her belt. She pulled the handle on the door but it opened before she could push on it, Killian standing on the other side with his hand extended. 'What are you doing?' she asked, grinning despite herself.

'Being a gentleman,' he said, as though it were obvious. 'Come on, Swan, when are you going to catch up?'

Shaking her head, she put her hand in his and let her pull him up, but when he tugged on her harder than she'd been expecting she stumbled forward into him. The way that his other hand rested on her hip to steady her told her that the move had been intentional, but she found herself unable to care, too caught up in the lack of space between their bodies, their faces inches apart.

Her hands landed on his chest, her breath hitching and she could smell the faint remains of his cologne. She closed her eyes just before he leaned forward, closing the space between them and pressing his lips against hers.

Humming with the relief of finally, she let him push her back against the car, one hand fisting in his shirt while the other wrapped around the back of his neck and pulled him closer. His free hand came up to cup her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. When he ground his hips against hers she moaned, and he used the opportunity to slip his tongue past her lips, tangling it with hers and it was too much, not enough, it was perfect and holy shit, she'd missed him.

She kissed him desperately, craving this closeness, this familiarity that she never got with anyone else, wanting to wrap herself up in him, not quite believing that they'd found each other tonight but not willing to wait any longer now that they had the chance. 'Inside,' she gasped, breaking the kiss only long enough to get the word out but then she could barely concentrate even on that because his thigh had found itself between hers and every time he rocked his hips against hers she felt him right where she was suddenly desperate for him, her arm sliding around his back to hold him to her tightly before she pushed him away. 'Inside, Killian.'

He groaned as he reluctantly stepped away from her, his hand closing around hers tightly and pulling her toward the entrance to his apartment building, all but dragging her up the stairs and when she laughed at him for it he answered with the boyish grin that had always made her heart warm. When they reached his door he pressed her against it face first, grinding up against her ass as he fumbled for the right key, feeling his erection through their clothes. 'Bloody hell,' he muttered as he almost dropped them, then groaned loudly when she turned her head to press open mouthed kisses against his neck. 'Fuck.'

'Hurry up,' she murmured, angling her hips and he swore again, closing his mouth over hers just as the door pushed open and then they were stumbling into the apartment, almost falling over each other until he slipped around her, all but slamming the door shut before she was pressed against it again. Her back was against it this time, Killian's body hard against her. Dropping her purse and coat, she pushed his jacket off of his shoulders and as soon as his arms were free, his hands were on her, one groping at her breast while the other slipped straight down between her legs. Tugging her dress up, he pushed aside her underwear, his fingers slipping between her folds and they both groaned loudly at the contact, the sensation shooting out through to her toes. 'Fucking hell, Emma. You're always so wet for me. I need to taste you.'

His thumb circled her clit while two fingers played at her entrance, teasing her when she was already aroused enough. He kissed his way down her neck, nipping at the top of her breast before falling to his knees in front of her, slipping his fingers inside of her as he did so and her head fell back against the door with a dull thud. 'Please,' she sighed, shivering as his breath washed over her, his mouth just inches from where she wanted him.

While his fingers started to pump slowly in and out of her, his other hand slide slowly up the outside of her leg, looking up at her and she could see her own anticipation mirrored in his hooded eyes. His hand reached her knee and curled around it, lifting her leg over his shoulder and then he leaned forward, closing his mouth over her clit.

Closing her eyes, she tightened her leg around him, threading her fingers through his hair and urging him closer. His fingers picked up their pace, his lips and tongue working over her thoroughly, his fingers digging into her ass. The feeling of it all was incredible - she didn't get this attention from other men, almost never, and he had her a trembling mess within minutes, always knowing exactly the right spots to hit to have her coming hard and fast. When his fingers curled inside of her, rubbing against her most sensitive spot, her legs started to tremble and she had to balance most of her weight against the door and on him, vaguely regretting not kicking off her heels. Her body tensed, her teeth digging into her lower lip to suppress her groan as the heat became unbearable and then pulsed out through her body, clenching her fist in his hair when he removed his fingers but not his mouth, his tongue laving over her as she continued to ride out her orgasm.

Eventually he pulled away, letting go of her leg and grabbing her hands instead, pulling her down on top of him as he lay back. 'Bedroom?' she said, climbing over him and fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, her need for him barely diminished.

'No, here,' he said, leaning up just enough to kiss her hungrily and she moaned at the taste of herself on his lips. Needing no further encouragement, she reached lower between them, shuffling back so that she straddled his thighs, making quick work of his belt, jerking down his pants. Moving forward again, she lifted herself over him, their mouths still moving together as she pulled him free of his underwear, only pausing to groan together in relief when she sunk down onto him.

'Oh, yes,' he growled, shifting to fill her deeper, both of his hands grasping her hips and helping her to rock against him. Pressing her face against his neck, she gave herself a few seconds to find her rhythm before she leaned back, sitting up straight astride him, ripping at the last of his buttons so that her hands could splay over his chest, to feel him as much as for leverage. She set a fast pace, encouraged by his moans and the way he gasped her name, loving the sight of his Adam's apple bobbing furiously as he threw his head back and swallowed hard. 'Like that, that's perfect, fuck...'

The familiar drag of him inside of her already sensitive core had her worked up again quickly, and when one of his hands settled in the crease of her thigh, his thumb reaching between them to rub frantically at her clit, she couldn't help the long moan that fell from her lips. 'That's it,' he said, his accent thicker now. 'Bloody hell, but you're beautiful. I want to watch you fall apart, aye, just like that.' He shifted under her, bending his legs and using the new angle to move against her faster, thrusting up into her every time she ground down on him and then she felt it, her insides clenching around him as her second orgasm hit her, her back arching and throwing her head back, crying out loudly as her hips jerked against his. He kept moving for a few more seconds before his own body stiffened, moaning her name, and she felt him pulsing inside of her, the sensation drawing another strained noise from her.

Her head lolled forward lazily and then he was pulling her down to lie on top of him, the hair on his chest scratching at her sensitive nipples, his arms coming around her as they both caught their breath. Her limbs felt tired, but a warm, satisfied feeling had spread throughout her body, and nothing was going to make her move from that spot for at least the next few minutes.

'Hi,' he said eventually, pressing his lips against her hair.

Laughing softly, she pressed her face harder against his shoulder. 'Hi,' she said back, closing her eyes to better enjoy the feeling of his fingers trailing their way up her back.

She had no immediate plans to move - they might be lying on the ground, but since she was lying on top of him and he was comfortable and warm, it was hardly her problem - until her stomach growled loudly and he chuckled.

'Chinese?'

'Sounds great.'

AN: Emma and Killian's relationship will be explained in the next part.

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