title: killianness
pairing: college!captain swan. hints of outlaw queen & snowing.
author's note: I AM OBSESSED WITH ONCE UPON A TIME AND CAPTAIN SWAN. INSPIRATION STRUCK AND I WROTE THIS AND THEN I WAS LIKE LOL, WHAT DO I DO WITH THIS? THEN I REMEMBERED THIS SITE EXISTED. YEP. Also, suuuuper drunk!Emma.
disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time.
Emma Swan was drunk.
Never mind the fact that everyone else in his house was shit faced—it was the first weekend back from winter break, after all—but, really, Emma was drunk.
She could barely keep her eyes open, and walking in a straight line was out of the question. Killian had just settled her at a table with Will and Ruby, who were shouting the lyrics to the song that blared across the speakers. All around the bar, Killian's friends were in varying states of drunkenness.
Regina and Robin were going at it in the booths—seriously, he could see tongue.
Mary Margaret was dominating the darts board, a drunk David whooping loudly as he cheered her on.
Jefferson and Belle—who had shocked Killian with her ability to slam tequila shots—had their heads together in another booth, probably talking books, or psychology, or some other thing scholarly people did.
"These people are our friends," Elsa sighed, appearing next to him. She and Killian had somehow managed to not get falling down drunk, and maintain a level of mostly sober.
Mostly Sober Killian's eyes saw tracked Emma as she laughed at something Ruby said, her blonde hair falling across her face. Killian's fingers itched to reach out and smooth it back. It was a cold January evening, so Emma had worn one of her thousand leather jackets to the bar. But inside, full of bodies and dancing and shouting, she'd quickly gotten too warm and discarded the jacket, revealing a low cut, sparkly silver shirt.
Killian was a fan of that.
He had watched her all night long, watched her slam shots of tequila and drain cups of beer, their group sucking down pitcher after pitcher. Killian nursed at his beer, watching as Emma reached out and stole Jefferson's hat, promptly depositing it on her own head. Jealousy didn't even bother to flicker through him anymore, he knew Emma was just friends with all of the guys.
(And she was his.)
"Are you having fun, lurking in the corner, staring at her?" Elsa asked him.
Killian shot her a look, "Listen, Blue, you can stop your judging anytime now."
Elsa laughed, shaking her head at the stupid nickname he'd given her.
An hour later and, somehow, the absurd group of people Killian called his friends, had made their way back to the guys' house. It was something of a ritual, to pregame at the girls', then head to the bars, then finish off the evening at the guys', usually with a late night pizza order.
"Suck on that, sucka!" Emma laughed maniacally, having defeated David again in Mario Kart. She really was a demon in the game, and Killian had no idea why David insisted he could beat her, when he never did. He supposed it had something to do with their close brother-sister relationship, but thinking about brothers hurt, so Killian turned his thoughts away from that.
Elsa was smirking at him again, and Killian scowled at her smugness.
"Ooooh, wonder where you two are going!" Ruby snickered, as Robin and Regina got to their feet and walked out of the living room.
"Don't be a loner, cover your boner!" Will called after them.
"Don't be a joker, wrap your poker!" Jefferson hollered.
"Fuck off!" Regina's voice shouted back at them, carrying down the stairs, before there was a resounding slam of a door closing.
"You two are stupid," Emma drawled, which elected a round of laughs from everyone in the room.
It didn't take long for Mary Margaret and David to follow Regina and Robin's lead, but no one dared calling lewd comments after them. Something about their presence had always been rather parent-like, so they managed to avoid the stupid jokes the guys threw at Regina and Robin.
The game station was switched off and somebody put on some random TV show that Killian didn't care about, because he was still watching Emma.
She had been avoiding him all night, awkwardly talking-but-not-really-talking to him. He was surprised at how much it annoyed him, her disinterest. Hadn't they had fun last semester? Hadn't he pleased her?
After months of build up, talking late into the night, the occasional drunk make out session, stolen kisses, Emma had—finally, finally—fallen into his bed. They'd spent many a night devising schemes to sneak her into his room, or to get him into hers, without their friends finding out. It had always been fun, had been the best sex of his life because, damn, Emma Swan knew what she was doing in the bedroom.
But, suddenly, tonight, she was deciding to be weird about it.
Emma stumbled to her feet and wandered off to the kitchen, in search of something to drink. Killian, persuaded to do so by the alcohol burning in his veins, stood and followed. When Emma closed the fridge and turned around, she let out a little yelp, startled that he was there.
"Jesus fucking Christ," she groaned, rubbing her chest like her heart was about to leap out of it.
Killian grinned—he loved the dirty sailor mouth she had. Some guys groaned about their girl swearing, but Emma dropped curse words and made it sexy.
"Warn a girl next time, will you?" she muttered, opening the bottle of water and taking a sip.
"You're avoiding me," he accused her.
She paused, shooting him a bleary-eyed look, "Didn't think you would notice."
"I notice everything about you, love."
He had intended for that line to make her smile, but instead she just frowned at the water bottle in her hand. Shaking her head, Emma pushed it aside, and reached for another beer.
Killian gently pried it from her fingers. "Don't you think you've had enough?"
Emma scowled at him, and he tried not to grin. Grumpy Emma was one of the most adorable things in the entire world. She mumbled something about not telling her what to do, and then pushed his shoulder so he was forced to take a few steps back from her.
"Go over there," she ordered.
"What?" Killian laughed, taking a step towards her.
"No," she groaned, frantically waving her hands at him, as if to ward off his presence. "Just go stand over…there. Away from me."
Killian quickly took several steps back, still grinning at her.
"Better?"
She took a deep breath, "Yes."
"Can I ask why I have to stand over here when I really want to stand over there?"
Emma glowered at him. "I am very very drunk."
Killian arched an eyebrow at her, "Yeah, I picked up on that…"
"And you know what," Emma continued, as if he hadn't said anything. "Drunk Emma just can't deal with all your…" she waved her hands in his general direction. "…Killianness."
He couldn't help it, he laughed. "Killianness?"
"Yes," Emma groaned, and he knew she would die of embarrassment if she remembered any of this in the morning. "With your stupid gorgeous face, and your smelling so fucking good, and being stupidly charming, and calling me 'love,' just like every other girl…" She trailed off, waving her hands, as if that was supposed to make any sense.
Killian frowned at her, "Swan."
Her eyes, bleary from the tequila and beer, still beautiful in their green color, found his, and she focused on him.
"I do not call over girls 'love'," he told her. Doubt flashed through her eyes and she frowned at him again. "Emma, I promise."
He could actually see her struggle to believe him. Hurt flickered through him, and he wished that, someday, she could believe the words he said, without a trace of doubt. (He didn't exactly blame her though, he'd spent his first semester at Misthaven charming his way through many a girl.) (That might have had something to do with the ugly break up he'd had with Milah before his transfer.) (But, whatever, he wasn't about to tell Emma any of that.)
With a small sigh, Killian decided to change tact.
"You think I'm charming?" he teased her.
"Shut up."
Killian couldn't help it, he laughed again. A tiny part of his brain warned him that this was dangerous, that what Emma just said meant something big. Another part of his brain told him he should quit being a little bitch and admit that he actually adored everything about Emma Swan, that he wanted more than just sex from her, that he should take it slow, woo her, show her how much he really cared.
But he didn't listen, because he couldn't resist her.
(He never could.)
Killian took a step closer.
"Do you remember, over break, when I said I had a list of things I missed about you?" he asked her.
Emma scowled at him, and muttered something that sounded an awful lot like charming. Except she hissed it out, like it was worse than a curse word, without responding to his question.
Killian plowed on, taking another step closer to her.
"Your hair," he said. "I missed touching it, especially when it's all snarled and curly."
She scowled at him, but he took another small step towards her.
"Your eyes, the way they light up when you get all excited."
He drew closer to her.
"Your body."
(Because he couldn't lie about that.)
"The way you twist your lips to the side when you're concentrating."
Emma regarded him warily, like a caged predator trying to figure out the best way to go for the jugular.
"How competitive you get over Mario Kart."
He chuckled at this one, finally closing the gap between them.
"The way you look at me."
God, that one was real. She looked at him like he was everything; those green eyes made him feel so wanted, so safe, so alive.
"The way you kiss me."
Trying to guess what her reaction would be, Killian lowered his head and pressed his lips against her own. Emma immediately tensed up, and he pulled back, but she followed, as if their lips were magnets, and soon they were devouring each other, right in the middle of his kitchen.
"Ahem," came an awkward, clearing of the throat.
Emma and Killian sprang apart, only to find Elsa standing at the edge of the kitchen, a smug look plastered across her face.
Killian wasn't stupid. He knew that Emma and Elsa were best friends, and that Emma had most definitely told her about their…er…encounters back before winter break. Elsa wasn't blind, she'd seen Killian's lust for Emma from the beginning, and Emma's vain attempts to ignore her own draw to Killian.
"Really?" was all Elsa said, her eyebrow spiked up.
Shit. Killian didn't want her to think he was taking advantage of Drunk Emma.
"I, um, uh..."
Smooth, Jones, really.
"Elsa," Emma groaned. "He's got all the Killianness."
Elsa rolled her eyes and said, rather affectionately, "That's probably because he is Killian, Emma. Anyway, Belle and Ruby are ready to go. You want to walk back with us?"
Emma nodded and, without a second look back at Killian, followed four of her six housemates out the door, back into the chilly January air.
Killian groaned, falling back against the counter.
What the fuck was he doing?
I am freakishly obsessed with college!captain swan. Is that weird?
Probably a little.
This will be fun.
(insert evil purple devil emoji here)