"Oh god!" she cried, nearly choking on her wine.

David and Mary Margaret looked at her with identical looks of alarm.

Killian just grinned. The smug bastard.

"Are you okay, Emma?"

"I'm fine," said Emma quickly, her cheeks burning. She was never going to make a bet with the pirate again.

"She's quite satisfied with your choice of wine, mate," said Killian with a smirk.

David looked between his daughter and the pirate. He was definitely missing something by the looks of it.

Killian inched his chair closer, his hand stroking up her thigh beneath the table. He could feel the vibrations of the undergarment that he'd made her wear to dinner. After all, fair is fair, and she'd lost their accord.

"Killian," she said through clenched teeth.

"What is it, love, not finished yet?" he hissed.

Emma resisted the urge to kick him as he withdrew his hand.

She gripped the edge of the table, knuckles turning white.

The pirate had upped the ante, turning the remote up to its highest setting.

This was, without a doubt, the most embarrassing moment of her life. She bit her lip in attempt to stifle her moan.

"Emma, are you sure you're okay. Maybe you need some fresh air," said Mary Margaret, sounding worried.

Emma nodded as Killian graciously turned off the vibration. "Yeah, maybe I just need some air," she said, as she left the table and headed towards the balcony. She loved her parents' new house.

-/-

The cool air on her flushed skin turned out to be just what she needed. She was coming down from her high, and cursing Killian for his shenanigans. She'd make him pay.

They had to go, she decided, if she was ever going to make it through this dinner. She shimmied out of the red panties, and they pooled around her ankles. She stepped out of them and bent over with the intent of stuffing them into her purse.

"Backing out of our accord?" drawled Killian. "Bad form, Swan."

Emma whirled around. "Like you can talk, Jones."

"I quite enjoyed that, love," he said. "You're very enthusiastic, but I already knew that."

Emma glared at him and stuffed the panties in her purse.

"Come now, love, don't be angry with me, it was all in good fun. I did promise you fun all those months ago."

She wanted to slap that smirk off his face. Or kiss it off. At the moment, she wasn't sure which one was more appealing.

Killian closed the distance between them, one arm wrapping around her, as his good hand lingered at the hem of her dress. His fingers slipped beneath the fabric creeping up to the apex of her thighs. "Going commando, now, are we?" he asked, his breath hot on her face.

Emma gasped has a finger slipped inside of her. "Where did you learn that phrase?" she stammered, as a second finger joined the first.

"From Whale," said Killian, stroking her, and sending delicious waves of heat rocking through her core.

"Killian."

"Yes, my love?"

"My parents are downstairs."

"Then you'd best be quiet. I'd hate to not finish what I started." His voice was rough, and then he was kissing her and stifling her moans.

She gripped his shoulders, fingers curling into his dress shirt.

"That's it. Come for me, Swan."

And it was as easy as that really. A few firm strokes and she was seeing stars. Killian's mouth was hot on hers, kissing her thoroughly as she moaned into him.

When they pulled apart, both were breathing heavily.

"We should get back," said Emma. "Or David will come looking for us."

Killian chuckled. "We wouldn't want that now," as he withdrew his hand and straightened her dress for her.

Emma brushed past him, but before opening the door, she looked over he shoulder and said. "I'll return the favor later tonight."

"I'm looking forward to it, Emma," he said.