Challenge Accepted

CS AU Week - Day Five

Smut and Language. :)

Killian Jones woke up to the sound of a running bath. He turned over with a groan, burying his head in his pillow and trying to ignore the fact that his disciplinary partner, the very smart and annoyingly out of reach, Emma Swan, was pouring herself a bath at the ungodly hour of one o'clock in the morning.

"Swan!" he called out finally. "Put a silencing charm on those godforsaken pipes or I swear, I will take pictures of you naked and hang them in the Great Hall at breakfast."

"You're a little feisty today, Jones," her echoing voice came to him. "Last night's party in the Gryffindor Tower didn't get you laid? Pity…"

"Swan…" he said dangerously before the entrance to the ensuite opened on his side. The dorms were enchanted so that they couldn't enter each other's rooms, or be in the bathroom at the same time, but Emma stood calmly in the doorway. Her towel was wrapped around her body, leaving it mostly on display as it only fell to the tops of her thighs.

"I'll be quiet," she said finally with a grin, "If you'll admit that you actually hated that party because the Gryffindors annoy you."

"They aren't half as bloody annoying as you are," Killian hissed, sitting up. Emma's eyes widened as she took in his toned chest, but her mask was back up a second later.

"Well, if that's the way you want to play it," she shrugged, leaving the door open and heading back inside, making as much noise to bounce off the tiles as she could possibly could. He heard the pipes squealing a little longer before they closed and the soft splashing of Emma's feet in the tub reached him. He let out a soft sigh as the noise lulled, and headed back to sleep.

He was almost asleep when he heard the soft moans coming from the bathroom, along with soft splashing of water. And despite how ready he'd been to fall asleep a moment ago, a problem rose that wouldn't benefit that end. Damn that girl; she knew exactly what she was doing.

"How are you feeling, Jones?" she taunted breathlessly.

"I feel like this isn't improving our relationship, Swan," Killian answered gruffly, trying to ignore the growing bulge beneath his pants.

"Really, Jones?" she answered, her breath hitching at the end as she let out another moan, "I'd think you're rather excited to hear my voice."

Angrily, he threw off his duvet and stepped onto the floor. The girl was a damned Slytherin alright. Bloody wench was trying to make him lose control. He stormed across his room to stand in the doorway. Hogwarts' magic stopped him from entering the room, but with the door open, he had a perfect view of Emma's head thrown back as she panted, one hand clutching her creamy breast and the other swirling patterns between her legs.

His cock twitched painfully as he clenched his jaw, determined to not give in to the witch's power.

"Are you hard for me, Jones?" she asked, her eyes closed in pleasure. "Do you want to touch me?"

"I want to murder you," Jones hissed, his fist hitting the doorframe. But Merlin, her body moving like that was sorely testing him.

"Hmm, I bet you do." A soft smile snuck across her face as she lifted her leg to the edge of the tub and jerked unintentionally, water spilling from the sides of the tub.

"Tell me you were bored," Emma breathed. "Tell me you hate them. That no Gryffindor could satisfy you."

"Fine," he answered through gritted teeth, "I wanted to get out of there and go to bed on my own bed because I have a potions exam tomorrow. Are you happy?"

"No," she groaned, green eyes sparkling with lust as she stared him down, "The real reason."

"That is the…"

"I can tell when you're lying." Her movements stopped. "Come on, Jones, is it really that difficult to say?"

She didn't take her eyes off him as she slid from the water, dripping onto the tiles as she stood, completely naked mere metres from him. His eyes widened impossibly, his erection painfully hard as he watched her glide towards him like a siren.

"Killian Jones," she said his name huskily as she approached. "Admit it. You want to fuck the Slytherin Princess."

"Never," he hissed, but not moving away even as she reached the doorway. He could clearly see every tiny glistening water droplet moving over her body, dripping from her hair and pooling on the floor.

She gave him a smirk, glancing down at his prominent arousal and whispered, "Have fun."

Before grabbing her towel and using wandless magic to put out the candle, he heard him hissing, "You will pay for this Emma Swan."

"Looking forward to it," she grinned before shutting the door on him.

Killian huffed back to his bed, before getting started on the removal of what she'd done.

Killian was sitting in the Room of Requirement, doing his Transfiguration homework when he heard the creaking of the door opening. His head jolted up. No one was supposed to be able to get in here if he was using the room.

He heard the loud clunk of a bag being dropped around the corner, a zipper being lowered, and a feminine moan that was very familiar.

"Can you not keep your hand out of your pants, Swan?" Killian yelled around the corner, clutching his quill tightly in frustration. Just imagining her touching herself had him incredibly distracted.

"Killian," her voice said in surprise, a second later she was turning the corner and spotting him. "Wow, the room's getting a lot better at knowing what I want."

Without a second thought, she was in front of him, leaning against the table and caressing his confused face. "Kiss me," she ordered, but Killian didn't move, his face simply becoming a mask of anger.

"How dare you –"

She cut him off with her lips, her tongue plundering his mouth as she slipped into his lap, straddling his body and grinding down into his growing hardness. Killian could scarcely believe what was happening.

"Emma," he pulled away, his hands in the air, "What the fuck are you doing?"

Emma pulled away and frowned, "I want you pliant not arguing with me…oh."

Emma's eyes widened in shock as she realized that he wasn't a magical illusion created by the Room of Requirement, but the real Killian, doing his real Transfiguration homework.

"Shit," she whispered, climbing off him hurriedly and running around the corner to get her bag. She was out the door before Killian could say another word. But it was time for him to get his back. If she was so desperate and horny for him, it would be much too easy. He grinned and packed up his books, casting a disillusionment charm to hide the bulge in his pants along with the rest of him, and crept back to his and Emma's shared dormitory.

Emma was locked in her room and Killian had no hope of getting in there without McGonagall lifting the privacy spells. Fortunately, there was, and always had been, a vampirical loophole to those rules.

He used the charms skills they'd learnt last week to conjure up her Hufflepuff friend, Ruby's voice.

"Emma! I need your help. Something's happened with…" Damn, what was that bastard's name. He was a Slytherin Prefect… "Whale."

"Come in," she said in the moments before she opened the door. Footsteps came to the door and Emma opened it, red eyed and confused to find no one until Killian lifted his illusion and Emma grew afraid, trying to close the door on him. But his hand stopped her. And if she'd been surprised before, she was even more surprised that he was able to enter her room.

"How?" she enquired.

"Does it matter, Swan?" he answered with a grin, taking a step forward, forcing her back. "I know what you want."

"It was an accident," she protested, "I'm sorry."

"Are you though?" he enquired, closing the door behind him, "Inscendio."

All the candles in the room lit up, illuminating Emma's frightened face.

"You're a bloody tease, Swan," he hissed, backing her against her chest of drawers, breathing against her lips heavily, their proximity turning him on as he remembered the taste of her lips from not twenty minutes ago. "Get on the bed."

"What are you going to do to me?"

"Payback's a bitch, Princess," Killian smirked as she hesitantly walked over to the bed. "Now you stay there, whilst I bring myself pleasure."

"Killian, don't," she whispered, her eyes already glazing over in lust as Killian pulled off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He kicked off his shoes and reached for his pants zipper just as Emma let out a soft whimper.

His hard cock sprang free, and without any further niceties, he wrapped his hand around himself and began to stroke. Killian kept his eyes fixed on Emma's lust filled face as she watched his hand moving over his length repeatedly.

"Take off your top," Killian ordered and Emma had her silver and green tie undone and her buttons undone within a split second, her lacy red bra sending a jolt of desire through him. He slowed his movements, savouring the thrill.

"The colours of the lions suit you, love," he smirked, dilated black eyes following her figure. Her hands were sitting on the waistband of her skirt, itching to delve underneath it with the show Killian was putting on, but Killian let out a disapproving noise, and she put her hands back down on the bed. He could see that she was enjoying it, and that should have made him angry. Were it not for the fact that, as she'd so brazenly taunted a few days ago, he wanted to fuck her into oblivion.

But she wanted him, too.

"Do you want to fuck me, Princess?" Killian enquired, his voice deep with lust.

"No," she whimpered, and he in no way believed her.

"Do you want to touch me?" he whispered, taking a step closer to the edge of her bed. "Do you want to feel me pressing into you…intimately…"

"Merlin, no," she pleaded, her back arching into the pillows as though he was already bringing her to ecstasy. "Please Killian…"

"Please, what, Princess?" he enquired leaning on the edge of the bed. Emma's eyes dropped to his jutting length before looking back up at him.

"Can we pretend that this isn't a competition," Emma posed, breaking from her haze for a moment. "For five minutes."

"Oh, this will be longer than five minutes, Swan," he answered, climbing onto the bed with a gleam in his eyes, "Of that I can assure you."

"But it doesn't mean anything," Emma continued, putting her hand up to stop him as he hovered over her. "We're just expelling some serious sexual tension, right?"

Killian traced his hand over the curve of her breast, tracing the red lace. "As you wish, Princess."

"Then fuck me, Jones," Emma whispered, her eyes sparkling. "And make it last."

"Don't worry, darling," he murmured as he leant down to kiss her, "You'll be feeling this all night and day. Especially when I'm versing you on the Quidditch Pitch tomorrow morning."

"Nice try, Jones," Emma grinned. "But you aren't that good."

"Challenge accepted."

I actually really like this idea. If anyone wants me to continue it, just leave me a review (or review cause, you know, reviews are like cookies). There is also Scheherezade06's Once Upon a Time-Turner which is really good if you enjoy the Hogwarts approach. :)