A/N: Yeah, I know. Another roommate story. Just thought I'd try my hand at it since it's summer break.

Final-fucking-ly. After a long day, no scratch that – long week, the weekend had arrived. How stupid was she in thinking a job chasing down bad guys wouldn't be tiring?

The moment she stepped into the loft, she dropped her bag by the door, and made her way to the bathroom for a long overdue bath. She ran the bath before stripping off her clothes and grabbing a book to read. Once she fully sunk her body into the warm water, she opened the book and started to read.

Four pages into reading Anna Karenina, she heard the sound of the doorbell ring. It had to be the delivery boy. Of course, she ignored it, thinking that Ruby would get the door. After a minute or two, the doorbell rang again.

"Ruby!" she yelled through the bathroom door, "Go open the door, for God's sake!"

"It's your turn!" she heard the muffled voice of her roommate argue.

"Too bad!" Emma countered. "I'm in the bath!"

She heard Ruby groan and Emma smiled triumphantly to herself as she continued reading.

Finally, after a half hour of soaking up in the bath, Emma reluctantly dragged herself out of it. She put on her bra and her underwear, as well as a pair of shorts before wrapping her wet hair in the towel.

"Did you start eating without me?" she asked Ruby as she stepped out of the bathroom and into the living room.

Except Ruby wasn't in the living room. She was at the door – paying the delivery boy.

Instead, a tall, dark haired man was standing before her, who's attention automatically turned towards Emma the moment she spoke. Besides how strange it was to find a random man in her living room, she managed to appreciate how attractive this strange man was. He was wearing a black leather jacket, a white V-neck shirt inside, and a pair of dark blue jeans to finish off his bad-boy look. His hair was jet black and messy – almost like he'd been running his hand through it the whole day – and he had a light scruff that helped highlight his already strong jawline. But his eyes – oh his eyes – his eyes were so blue that Emma had almost forgotten that she was standing in front of a stranger without a shirt on.

The moment she remembered her lack of clothing, she pulled the towel from her head and wrapped it around her body.

The man looked at her in amusement, only making Emma roll her eyes.

"Ruby," Emma began slowly, "mind if I steal you away for one moment?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be right there," Ruby answered, as the delivery boy handed over the Chinese food they had ordered.

Emma gave a tight-lipped smile to the mystery man before turning on her heel and finding her way to her room. A moment later, Ruby came in, all smiley and giggly.

"Care to explain who the random guy in our living is?" Emma asked with an annoyed tone as she grabbed a shirt and put it on.

"I told you my friend was coming, didn't I?"

"Yes," Emma answered slowly, "but you didn't say your friend was coming today, or that your friend was a guy!"

"Well he wanted to surprise me, we haven't seen each other in ages!" she began. "Plus," she continued, "I didn't think it'd be important if he was a guy or not!"

"Well, it's important that some random stranger saw me without my shirt on!" Emma argued.

"Okay, fine! I'm sorry, I should've told you," Ruby gave in exasperatedly, earning a sarcastic 'you think?' from Emma. "How about I introduce you to him? He's pretty nice when he's not flirting with you."

Emma sighed. "How long is he staying?"

"Two to three weeks?" she answered quickly, hoping Emma wouldn't catch what she said.

"Three weeks! You're kidding!" Emma's voice hitched slightly.

"He's getting a job! And he said he'd pay for rent! He just needs to get off his feet," Ruby defended her friend. "Please do this for me?"

Emma huffed, but eventually caved. "Fine," she replied, grumpily giving in.

Ruby beamed at her before hopping out of the room, dragging Emma along with her. She pulled her all the way to the living room where he was still standing with a confused look on his face, before hauling Emma in front of her and pushing him towards him.

"Emma Swan, Killian Jones – Killian Jones, Emma Swan," Ruby gestured back and forth between the two of them.

"Pleasure to meet you Emma Swan," he dragged her name out much longer than needed, flashing a cheeky grin. Of course. He has an accent.

"The pleasure's mine," Emma replied sarcastically, giving him the same tight-lipped smile from before.

"I don't think Swan here likes me very much," Killian laughed to Ruby.

"You're right, I do-" Emma was just about to finish off her snide remark when Ruby cut in.

"Emma here will warm up to you eventually," Ruby jumped in, glaring at Emma. "Anyway, how about I show you where you'll be sleeping, huh, Killy?" she smirked, easing the tension.

"Lass, what did I tell you about calling me that?" he scolded her jokingly as he picked up his bag and slung an arm around Ruby, getting her to lead the way.

Ruby led him upstairs, to Mary Margaret's old room. She had moved out a couple of weeks ago, deciding to permanently stay with her long-term boyfriend, David. Unfortunately for Emma, that would mean that his room would be right next to hers. Both Emma's and what used to be Mary Margaret's room were placed on the second floor of their loft, while Ruby's was on the bottom floor.

If Emma was being honest, she was glad that they found someone to split the rent with. A two-floor loft wasn't cheap in Brooklyn, and her job as a bails bonds person wasn't paying the bills.

Emma sighed as she walked over to the kitchenette where the Chinese take-out now sat. She unpacked the food and dumped them onto plates, throwing away the boxes away.

"I'm eating first, yeah?" she called out into the loft.

"Yeah, go ahead!" she heard Ruby yell back.

Emma began eating her food, moments later being joined by the sounds of footsteps coming down the staircase. A second later, Killian had sat down on the stool next to her, his back was facing the counter. He had gotten rid of the leather jacket, the white t-shirt showing off his lean body and his muscular arms. He leaned on the counter casually as he watched Emma eat. Emma wasn't going to let him win whatever game he thought this was, so she continued ignoring him. Finally, after minutes of silence, he spoke.

"You're a tough lass, aren't you?"

"You're quite perceptive, aren't you?" she retorted coldly.

"Just trying to make conversation here," he raised his hands defensively. "We are, after all, roommates now," he smiled.

"Just because we're roommates, doesn't mean we have to be friends," Emma countered.

"I think we're more than friends now, lass. I have seen you topless," he winked, admittedly making Emma shiver slightly.

"I was not topless. I was wearing a bra," she added defensively.

"We'll be sure to take care of that next time, yeah?" he smirked.

She was just about to come up with some witty retort when someone pounding at the door interrupted her. She looked at Killian asking him to answer it, but he simply stared back at her. Green and blue eyes were battling it off in a staring competition, when he finally gave in.

"Since I'm new, I'll get it," he winked at her as he pushed himself off the counter and made his way to the door.

Halfway to the door, the person on the opposite side of it knocked loudly again.

"Em-ma! Open up, babe. I know you're in there!" a male voice yelled from outside.

Oh shit.

Killian turned back to Emma with a puzzled look on his face asking her what he should do, when she got off the stool herself and raced to the door. She looked back at him, telling him that she had it under control, only making him raise an eyebrow in question. Emma shrugged him off before pulling the door open.

And there he was. Drunk off his ass Neal was standing in front of her, leaning most of his body weight on the doorframe.

"What're you doing here, Neal?"

"I've missed you, babe," he slurred, as he tried to reach for her, but she managed to avoid his grip. "Come on, how many times do I have to say I'm sorry!"

"Sorry doesn't cut it, Neal. Just go home." She was about to shut the door when he managed to slide his foot in, stopping it from closing fully.

"Ems," he said, pushing the door open with a surprising amount of strength seeing his state of sobriety. He reached for her again, and this time, he managed to grab her wrist, pulling her towards him. "Let me in. I know you've missed me too," he pulled her closer, purring into her ear. "Come on, don't tell me you don't think about me when you-"

Emma cringed at what he was about to say when he was interrupted midsentence.

"Love, who's at the door?" his voice echoed through the loft, making Neal release his grip off of Emma. A moment later, Killian was by her side, slinging his arm around her shoulder, effectively pulling her into his body protectively. He kissed her temple softly, catching Emma slightly off guard, before speaking again. "Who's this?"

Neal looked between the two of them unconvincingly, forcing Emma to play along by wrapping her arm around Killian's waist.

"An old friend," she said, glaring at Neal.

"Yeah, I'm just leaving. Good talking to you, Emma," Neal said quickly, turning around and walking away.

Killian shut the door and immediately turned to Emma, worry lines etched on his face.

"Are you alright, lass? Did he touch you? Did he hurt you?" Killian asked worriedly.

"Yeah, I'm alright. I could've handled him, you know?" She ran her hand through her hair restlessly.

"Right. I'm sorry. I just don't appreciate it when men treat women like that," he sighed as he walked past her, but she managed to catch his arm in time. He looked back at her confused.

"But, thank you," she told him genuinely, earning a sincere smile from him. She let go of his arm and he walked on up the stairs and into the room next to hers.

Emma stood there for a few moments, confused from his random act of kindness, when Ruby came out of the shower.

"Who was at the door?" she asked as she combed her hair with her fingers.

"Neal," she muttered softly.

"Neal! What did he want? Do I have to beat him up?" Ruby raised her voice in a mixture of anger and concern.

"No, no. Um, Killian, helped me out," she replied quietly.

"Killian?" Ruby asked confused.

"Killian," she repeated.

"I told you he wasn't bad!" Ruby exclaimed cheerfully.

"Yeah, but right before that he was flirting with me like his life depended on it."

"Yeah, he does that sometimes," Ruby shrugged before making her way to the counter to have her dinner.

Right, Ruby did say that he was a flirt. It's not like Emma had some special treatment from him or anything. For God's sake, she'd only met the guy less than an hour ago. Emma shook it off, muttering a goodnight to Ruby before heading up the stairs. She was walking towards her room when she passed Killian's, whose door was left ajar, and of course, at that exact moment, he decided to pull his shirt off, showcasing his ripping back muscles.

Thank God his back was facing the door, or else he would've never let her live down the way her jaw dropped for the rest of his stay. Quickly, she walked past his room, into her room and slammed her door shut.

This was going to be one long few weeks.

"Jones!" Emma's voice echoed through their shared loft. "Stop leaving your fucking underwear everywhere!"

The sound of the bathroom door opening and his soft footsteps was all she heard before he appeared right in front of her. Naked.

Well, not exactly naked – but the way the towel hung low on his hips created the same effect.

Emma tried not to let her gaze trail down his naked torso, following the path of his dark chest hair that led south to somewhere more intriguing, and, to put it plainly, failed. Although he didn't say anything, Emma knew he realised how badly his lack of clothing was affecting her, as his grin grew wider.

"Sorry about that, lass," he winked, taking his briefs from her hand. Emma's gaze followed his hand as he bent down and put on his briefs. Finally, she looked back up at him to find him smirking at her. "Thank you, love," he breathed as he leaned in, giving her a whiff of the Oldspice. Before she could say something (anything) or even push him away, he pulled back, turning around and walking up the stairs and into his room.

Only when she heard his door close shut was Emma pulled out of her trance – only to find Ruby leaning over the kitchen counter with her mouth wide open.

"Oh my god, just have sex already." Emma shook her head and rolled her eyes, walking over to the counter and sitting on the stool.

"Not happening."

"It's so obvious you want to, so why not?"

"Because." It sounded childish, but that was the only thing Emma could come up with in that moment. "When's he leaving anyway?"

"I don't think he should," Ruby replied nonchalantly, as she grabbed to mugs from the cupboard. "Victor asked me to move in with him, so if I do, you're going to need a roommate to keep living here," she shrugged as she slid the now coffee-filled mug over to Emma.

"He's been living her for almost a month, now! He still hasn't gotten off his feet," Emma argued. "I don't think I can take anymore of his innuendos and his shirtlessness."

"Why? Because any more of that, and you might jump him?" Ruby winked. "Besides, he just got a job. Give him a chance. He's like family, Ems – he's done so much for me."

Emma sighed in defeat, "Fine. I'll miss you, you know – if you do leave." She smiled sadly. Ruby had been her best friend since high school, and the moment they left, they were even more inseparable.

"Hey," Ruby spoke comfortingly, "I'll be five minutes away. If you need me, I will run here for you," she reassured her, leaning across the counter and squeezing her hand.

She smiled at that. The thought of Ruby running 5 blocks on the streets of Brooklyn was amusing. "I know. Just- just don't completely ditch me like Mary-Margaret did us."

"You know," Ruby frowned, "I will never forgive her for skipping out on movie night."

"Yeah, how dare she," Emma laughed. "She really missed out on Twilight," she rolled her eyes at Ruby. That was not a good movie night. Ruby had decided it was time they caught up on why people hated the movie so much. After watching it, it wasn't hard to see why.

"Hey, in my defense-"

"So, how do I look?" Killian's voice boomed through the loft as he opened the door and appeared at the top of the stairs. He was wearing a simple tan colored pair of khakis, topped off with a plain white long-sleeved shirt and a thin black tie. This was a completely different outfit compared to his usual V-neck t-shirts and leather jackets. Emma hated to admit it, but he looked good – really good.

He swaggered down the stairs all smiles, seeming proud with his choice of attire for his first day on the job. "Do you think it's appropriate?"

"Killy, if you were my teacher, I wouldn't be focusing in class," Ruby winked, sliding her tongue across her teeth.

His smile grew wider, before he turned to Emma. "Swan? What do you think?"

"I must say, Jones, you look good." Emma pushed herself off the stool and walked over to him. This came as a shock to all three of them. If anyone were to ask her what came over her to do what she did next, she wouldn't be able to give a straight answer. "But, the tie," she reached over and tightened it, "needs some fixing up." She even added a dimple to it, stepping back to admire her work.

"Hm. You're pretty good at that," he commented, looking down at it. After a moment, he looked back up at her, his eyes staring deep into hers. "Very much appreciated, lass," Killian grinned.

His stare was incredibly intense, making her feel slightly uncomfortable, but not, at the same time. Ruby cleared her throat, making Emma jump slightly at the sound. When she turned back to Ruby, Emma shot her a 'What?' look, earning her a knowing smile.

"Right," Killian spoke up. "I best be off, wouldn't want to make a bad first impression on the first day, huh?"

"Good luck, Killy!" Ruby called after him as he shut the door behind him. She was smiling fondly at how excited Killian looked leaving the loft, when the turned her attention back to Emma, her expressions changing into a smirk.

"You going to tell me what that was all about?"

"Let it go, Ruby."

Emma picked up her bag from the couch in the living room, before making her way to the door.

Just before she shut the door, Ruby managed to yell something out,

"It's not even 8 a.m., and you've already shared two sexually intense mo-"

Emma closed the door before she finished her sentence. With a small smile plastered on her face, she left for another long day at work.

The next few weeks ran by quickly, the only moment worth talking about was Ruby's moving out. It was an emotional affair to say the least, however, Emma would never admit that she did tear up a little as Ruby said her goodbyes. She planted a huge kiss on Emma's cheek, leaving a stain of red, as she collected her last few things.

A moment after Ruby shut the door behind her, it reopened again, only this time, a sweaty Killian Jones appeared.

"Ruby has never been a lass to own a few things, has she?" he panted as he wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve.

"Never has, never will be," Emma laughed as she plopped herself onto the couch and flipped through the channels.

Emma heard him walk up the stairs, and into his room. She continued flipping through, finally deciding on the channel Downton Abbey was playing on. A moment later, Killian reemerged.

"Ah right, I have a favor to ask you, Swan," he remembered as he raced down the stairs, jumping over the couch and landing right next to her.

"God damn it, Jones. You're a grown man," Emma huffed. "How do you even have the energy to act like a child?"

"Maybe it's because I don't chase people down for a living, Swan," he propped his legs up on the coffee table. Only then did Emma realize he had changed his shirt.

"Hm, maybe," she shrugged returning her attention on the screen.

"That's kind of what the favor's about, love."

"You need me to find someone for you?" her eyebrows knitted in confusion.

"What? No! I kind of told my students that my friend chased people down for a living," he explained. "And they insisted you come for the Bring-Your-Parents-To-School Day," he nervously scratched the spot behind his ear.

"You do realize I'm not your parent right?"

"No- yeah. But they wanted an example of what their parents should say, and you know- please."

"I'm busy catching bad guys, remember?"

"Come on, Swan. You don't want to let these kids down. They're good kids," he reasoned with her. "And I told them I'd try, and they all looked really excited, and I'm pretty sure one little lass said she wants to be exactly like-"

"Jesus, I'll go," she caved. "But what do I get in return?"

"The gift of a child's smile," he beamed brightly, only earning him an unamused look from Emma, "Fine, I'll buy you dinner."

"At any place I want."

"Any place you want."

"And I get to order as much as I want."

"As much as you want," he sighed.

"Perfect. So when do you need me there?"

"Tomorrow," he smiled nervously.

"You're kidding me! And you just ask me now?"

"A week of dinner!" he bargained.

Emma was about to argue when she felt like the deal was fair enough. "Deal," she conceded.

"Great."

She pulled into the school's visitor's parking lot at the time he asked her to. When she entered the building, she expected to see a bunch of teenaged high school kids complaining and cursing in the school hallways. What she expected wasn't this.

It wasn't until the moment she stepped into the building did she realize it was an elementary school – a school for small people. She never pictured Killian to be the type to teach small children, immediately assuming they were teen kids. She guessed this took the nervousness of standing in front of a class and talking to a bunch of kids off a little, but she still never expected this.

As she wondered around, she found herself at the playground, where she found him – him playing with the kids. From where she was standing, she saw how laughed with the children or how he picked up the ones who fell as they were running.

Emma never believed those typical rom-coms saying that guys who were good with kids were a turn on – until now, that is.

He seemed to have noticed her presence, as just seconds later, he was walking directly towards her, waving his hand animatedly as if he wasn't less than 20 feet away from her.

"You didn't bail!" he sounded genuinely pleased. From here, she could see the thin layer of sweat on his skin from his time in the playground. "Thank you – really."

"I'd be crazy to bail on free dinner for week," she smiled, shrugging it off.

"Aye," he grinned back at her. "We best go to class, huh? The kids will be in shortly."

He led her through the school, taking one left into a hallway and entering the second class on their right. The whole time, he walked in front of her, but made sure to look back every now and then to 'check up on her'.

When she stepped into the classroom, the first thing she noticed on the board was his name written in a neat cursive handwriting at the top, spelling 'Mr. Jones'.

He took a seat behind his desk and she spotted the 3 red apples sitting on the edge of the desk.

"You actually get apples?"

"Aye, I think a few of the little lasses have a small crush on me," he smiled, reaching for the fruit and offering it to Emma who took it from him. "Right, so I'm going to introduce you, and you can just talk about your job and what you do. Then we'll have a short Q&A for the kids. Sound okay to you?"

"Yeah," she shrugged, taking a bite of the apple, before taking the seat next to him.

"I warn you, Swan," his tone dropped as he leaned closer to her, and for a second, she thought this was something serious, "these kids are vicious. They're like vultures awaiting their next meal. They're ruthless with their questions, so you best be prepared." He couldn't keep up with the act any longer, his smirk starting to show itself.

"Don't worry, Mr. Jones, I can handle myself," she took another bite of the apple. He opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted when the school bell rang. "Your little vultures are coming in now, huh?" she joked.

"You joke now, Swan," he said in a light tone as he stood up and walked towards the door. Once he opened the door, a group of kids, their full heights just reaching his hips, filtered into the classroom. "Alright, get in. Take a seat and behave, I have a special guest for us today," he warned them playfully, and was replied with light-hearted giggles.

Emma stood up from her chair and greeted the kids with a warm smile and a shy wave. They stared at her in awe, some of them whispering things into the other's ear, when Killian cut in.

"Right, settle down." Once they all took their seats, they stared back at Emma with huge eyes, completely focused on her even though she hadn't said anything. "So, this here, is Emma, the one I told you all about, and she has a really interesting job. So if you let Swan here talk all about her work with no interruptions, we'll have a little Q&A at the end of the session, yeah?" he announced to the class.

The kids nodded their heads fervently, determined to get to ask the questions at the end.

Killian smiled at the class, stepping back and guiding Emma with a small push of his hand on the small of her back to the center of the front of the class before taking his seat at his desk again.

"So, my name's Emma and I have a pretty interesting job," she began, speaking loud enough for the whole class to hear.

She spoke for the next half hour, talking about what she did for a living and some of the cases she'd gotten over the years and the kids remained quiet and attentive throughout the whole presentation.

Finally, finding nothing else to talk about, she turned to Killian, who seemed to have understood her message, and stood up from his chair, moving to stand next to her.

"Any questions for the lovely Swan?"

The moment he asked the question, a dozen hands shot up eagerly.

"Alex?"

"Have you ever been shot?" he blurted out with no restraint.

Emma laughed at the question. "Three times, to be exact – two at each shoulder, and the other one at the thigh."

The children looked amazed, a few of their mouths hanging open. Killian continued to pick another student named Lacey in the back of the class.

"Isn't it scary to chase bad guys?"

"It's really scary – anything could happen. But if it helps rid the world of one less bad guy, then it's worth it."

After the sixth question, Killian decided that she'd have had enough questions, calling out for last one. In the end, he chose a boy called Darren whose hand had been raised for the past six questions.

"This is not my question, but I just want to say, you're incredibly pretty."

The compliment was followed by soft giggles and Emma couldn't help blush.

"Thank you, Darren-"

"Oi! No flirting with Swan," Killian cut in. "Ask your question, lad."

"Sorry, Mr. Jones. My question is, is Mr. Jones your boyfriend?"

"I- what- Mr. Jones," Emma stuttered, blushing even more than before.

"Right, so everyone say goodbye to Emma – she has to go catch bad guys now," Killian began, the class sounded of disappointment. "How about a round of applause for her?"

They all clapped for her and she smiled back at them, before being led out by Killian. After shutting the door, Emma noticed how he scratched the spot behind his ear that he'd only scratch when he was nervous or embarrassed.

"Sorry about Darren back there. He's the class flirt. You wouldn't think he's only 7 if you heard his pickup lines."

"He's pretty smooth, if you ask me," she joked.

"Well, either way, thank you for that, lass. It means a lot to the kids, and me," he added the last part softly.

"Don't worry about it," she smiled. "You still owe me 7 dinners though," Emma reminded him as she walked away backwards before turning around, leaving him there. He shook his head while he laughed, shoving a hand in his pocket before returning to his class.

Emma heard the front door slam open, a moment later finding Ruby barge in on her while she was in the bathroom, soaking in the tub.

"Ruby, what on earth!" Emma made a futile attempt in covering herself up with bubbles.

"Oh, it's nothing I haven't seen before, Ems," she brushed it off as she sat on the edge of the tub.

"Okay, but that doesn't explain why you're in here."

"Right!" Ruby jumped back up at the reminder. "I move out for three days, and the next thing I know, you're visiting Killian at work – don't you dare tell me there's nothing going on between the two of you, cause I'm not buying it," she scolded.

"It was a favor for a friend – he asked me to help out, I did – nothing more," Emma huffed as she stood up and reached for the towel, wrapping herself up.

"And since when have you referred to Killian as a 'friend'?"

"Let it go, Ruby."

"Yeah, like I haven't heard that one before," she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in reply.

"Besides," Emma began as she moved over to the sink and started to wash her face, "he promised to buy me dinner for a week – I'd be stupid to refuse free food," she shrugged.

Ruby looked in thought for a moment before she started grinning. "So you're telling me, that you have a dinner date with Killian Jones for a whole week?" She winked at Emma through the mirror; an eye roll was shot back in return.

"It's free food. Call it as you may, Ruby."

"Come on, Emma. Just go out with him, or sleep with him – or both!" When Emma sighed in reply, Ruby frowned, "You've been moping about for the last god knows how many years over either Graham or Neal, so please? Go out with someone, anyone, it doesn't have to be Killian – though I'm still rooting for team Killian."

"If I go on one date, with anyone, will you let this Killian business go away?"

"Fine, but he has to get my approval first," she agreed.

"Who needs our approval first?" a male voce sounded from the living room.

Ruby popped her head out and smiled when she saw it was Killian. Next thing Emma knew, Killian appeared behind her in the mirror leaning against the bathroom doorframe.

"Emma here's going out on a date," Ruby beamed.

"Well? Let's see the bloke then."

"Why is that jealousy I hear in your voice, Killy? Could baby Killy be jealous of Emma going on a date?" Ruby teased and both Killian and Emma rolled their eyes at the same time.

"Ruby-"

"I'm just saying, he's probably a bloke – most men are."

"Well, Sebastian's nice, and he's pretty cute, so why not?" Emma shrugged as she squeezed out the toothpaste onto her toothbrush. "Now if the two of you don't mind, I have to change."

"Oh, I don't mind-" both Ruby and Killian said in unison, staring at each other before bursting out laughing. Emma pushed the pair out, and shut the door, making sure to lock it this time, hearing the muffled sounds of laughs from the opposite side of the door.

"So?" Emma asked as she walked down the stairs and into the living room where both Killian and Ruby were seated. Ruby's mouth hung open, while Killian blew a low whistle. She wore a simple black dress that hugged her body nicely, stopping just above the knee. It didn't reveal too much, nor did it hide her assets either. She walked down barefooted with her heels in her hand and her clutch in another.

"Damn, this guy's not going to know what hit him." Ruby moved over to Emma and helped fix her hair. "You look good, Ems."

"I must say, Swan, you look ravishing," Killian winked at her, before turning back to the screen.

"Thank you," she replied while rolling her eyes.

"So who is this guy? Where did you meet him?"

"He's a cop," Emma answered, turning back to Ruby. "He joined the precinct a few months ago, and he's been asking me out since then, so," she shrugged. Emma sat on the edge of the couch to put her heels on, later, digging into her bag and producing her phone. She tapped on the screen a few times before pointing it at Ruby, showing her a picture of him.

"Holy shit, he's hot."

Emma noticed how Killian's gaze shifted from the TV to Emma's hand, but she didn't say anything about it, simply choosing not to read into it.

"If I wasn't so madly in love with Victor, I would jump on that train in the matter of minutes."

"Then I'll make sure he won't linger. He's really nice and I think I might actually like him, so I'm going to try not to mess this up."

"Trust me, Swan, in that dress, he's more likely to mess something up," he winked, earning yet another eye roll. "Does this mean I have one less night of buying you dinner?"

Someone knocked on the door and Emma got up. "Not a chance, Jones. You still owe me 3 more dinners," she smiled coyly as she walked over to the front door.

Sebastian was standing on the opposite side of the door dressed in a plain black shirt, and grey pants.

"Hey," Emma smiled as she leaned in for a hug. He hugged her back, and when they pulled away, she gestured for him to come inside for her to introduce him to her friends. "That's my roommate," she pointed at Killian who was still on the couch, "and this here, is Ruby-"

"Ex-roommate, current best friend," she cut in, jutting out her hand for a shake. Killian turned his body slightly, offering him a small wave, turning back to the screen.

"Nice to meet you," Sebastian smiled at her two friends. He looked back at her and finally got to appreciate her whole outfit. "Emma- you look amazing."

"You don't look so bad yourself," she smiled. "It's weird not seeing you in your uniform."

He laughed softly, running his hand through his hair. "Yeah, I didn't think it'd be appropriate for a date."

"Talking about that date, should we go?" Emma suggested.

"Yeah, yeah," he agreed nervously, before guiding her out the door with his hand on her back. "It was nice to meet you two," he smiled at Killian and Ruby.

Emma gave Ruby one last 'wish me luck' look before walking out the door.

Once the door shut, Killian groaned loudly.

"What a bloke."

"What are you on about, he seems sweet and he's hot."

"Still a bloke," Killian shrugged absentmindedly flipping through the channels.

"You're just jealous," she replied matter-of-factly.

"And you shouldn't even be here. Go back to your boyfriend, Ruby."

"Aw, don't be bitter," Ruby teased, falling on the couch next to him. "Maybe you should start getting out there too. God knows it's been ages since Milah."

"Only because I thought Milah would be the last once," he smiled sadly. "I guess not, huh?"

Ruby tucked herself under his arm, meanwhile, wrapping her arm around his waist.

"She was stupid to leave you. You deserve so much better."

"Aye."

Unfortunately, the only person he wanted to be deserving of was on a date with another man.

A/N: Right, so Sebastian is basically Jefferson from OUAT. I changed his name because I didn't quite like it, and the only name I could come up with, also happened to be his actual name, so, oops? :)

Anyway, Thank you for reading :) If you have time and like the story (or don't like the story), please review xx