Hi anyone who actually decides to give this story a shot! This is my first time ever writing fanfic but I love Captain Swan so I figured I would give this a shot. Please tell me what you think! It's my first time so please be gentle with criticism! Thank you to anyone reading and any thoughts you want to share will be greatly appreciated!

Killian


Crap. He was late for his first day! This would not be a very good impression to leave his students on the first day...

Professor Jones' first class of the day began at 9 am. It was probably going to be his favorite class because it was his favorite subject; romantic literature. Sure,he taught regular literature too, but he was truly a sucker for romance. It's 8:58...maybe
if he runs fast he can get to his class right on time-

SMACK

"Ouch." He hears her before he sees her. He looks up to see just what, or who rather, he just ran into. She was beautiful. Her long blonde hair had beautiful curls that accented her face, but he only noticed her hair for a few short seconds
before he looked into her eyes. Those are the most gorgeous emerald green eyes I have ever seen. He hopes that was only a thought and he didn't verbalize it. If he did, she didn't seam to hear it.

"I'm so sorry, love. I wasn't watching where I was heading. I truly apologize.." He saidto the beautiful blonde as they both reach to pick up their spilled belongings.

"Oh, it's alright. My fault. I wasn't watching where I was going." They both chuckle a little and stand there for a brief, awkward, moment. "Anyway, I should be off, I'm late to my first class. Again, sorry for running in to you..." She hinted
for him to say his name.

"Jones. Professor Killian Jones."

"Oh. Well I am sorry for running into Professor Jones. It was a pleasure meeting you."

"The pleasure is all mine, love."

She began to walk away, but not before turning back to him.

"It's Emma by the way. Emma Swan."

It was a beautiful name. Swan. It fitted her. She was as majestic and much more beautiful than a swan could ever be.

"Well, it was a pleasure running into you Miss Swan." She just smiled at him and turned around, continuing her trek to her first class. It was the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. His heart began beating faster in his chest and he hoped no one else
could hear it. She was the most beautiful woman Killian had ever seen. There was only one problem. It was apparent she was a student and he was a Professor. Student-teacher relationships are not technically against the rules in university, but they
are frowned upon. It'll be okay,he thought,I'll probably never see her again. This thought saddened him but he knew it was probably for the best that he never saw her again. He looks to his watch. 9:03. Crap! I'm late!He
hurries to his first class of the day. As he walks in to the room, he gives his apologies for being late, stating he dropped a few of his belongings and that's what caused his tardiness. He pulls out his roster and begins calling roll. This usually
isn't done often in university, but Professor Jones prefers to know the faces behind the name rather than knowing how many students should be there versus how many are there (this is how most professors chose to take "attendence"). As he went down
the list, calling every name and making a mental note of their faces,he comes across a name that makes him hesitate.

Swan, Emma

He hesitates for a brief moment, then hecalled her beautiful name and searched for her. He hears here say hereand he immediately sees her. She's even more beautiful than he remembered. She is with one of her friends, Elsa,
if he remembered correctly, and she seems very relaxed and at ease. Far different then when he saw her last. It was clear she was stressed, whether it was from running into him or being late, he'll never know. But here, with her friends, he sees that
stress has stares into her emerald eyes for longer than he should have and he swears he sees a smile come across her face.

She is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. Her beautiful green eyes, her gorgeous blonde hair, her smile.

He shakes the thought from his head. Was he crazy? She's a student. He's a professor, and a relatively new one at that. Was he really risking the career he loved for a student who probably thought nothing of him? He continues calling the names of the
students to distract his racing mind. Once he's done, he pulls out the syllabus' he prepared and is getting them organized. He hears students chatting, which he doesn't mind, until he hears what sounds like a tried-to-whisper-but-failed conversation
between two students.

"Stop it! Emma is not interested! She's told you this a hundred times! Back off!"

"I won't stop until she agrees to go out with me!" Elsa just huffs and hisses at the boy who Killian vaguely remembers as being called Walsh. Killian looks to Emma and sees she's rather embarrassed and her face is flushed. Killian turns toward the
man-well boyreally by the way he's acting- and he is just staring at Emma like she's a piece of meat. He feels the blood rush to his face and to the tips of his ears and he can feel the anger building inside him. Was he jealous? Killian
quickly realized he was overreacting and calmed down. Was he really jealous of some boywho was pining after Emma? He couldn't believe he was jealous. Emma isn't even his, how could he be jealous? He quickly pushed back these thoughts
and scratched behind his ear, something he did when he was nervous. As he realized some students were staring at him, wondering why it was taking him so long to get the syllabus' together, he remembered what he had been doing before getting
picked up the pile and handed a small stack to Elsa, who was in the front row at the end closest to him, and told her to pass them back to her fellow students. Next, he came to Emma. He looked down at her and smiled. She's so beautiful...stop it Killian! She's a student! He
hands her the stack of papers and their hands brush one another's. In that instant their hands meet, he feels a wave of tingling and sparks. His smile fades to amazement and he stares at her. For a moment, he thinks she feels it too. I must be crazy, there is no way she felt that...but maybe she did?He
rememberes what he was doing and let's go of the papers Emma now has ahold of and he quickly moves on from Emma, realizing he's been standing there for longer than he should have.

The rest of the class goes by quickly with Killian only stealing glances at Emma every couple of minutes or so. He's somewhat sad to see her leave the classroom once class was over but he realizes he's being a little stupid. What? Was she suppose to stay behind and confess her love for me? I wish...

The day goes by rather quickly after that and there are no more sightings of Emma that day. Once his day is officially over, Killian makes the short journey back to his apartment and unwinds with his favorite book, Peter Pan,and a glass of
wine. After awhile, he decides it's time for a shower so he can head to bed. He turns on the water, undresses, then hops in. Once the feel of the warm water behind to run over him, his mind begins to wander.

She is so beautiful. How could I have never seen her in my two years of teaching? She's clearly not a first year. Perhaps a third year? Her eyes. Wow. They are so beautiful. And her hair. And that low-cut shirt she was wearing...Gods I almost lost it when she bent down to retrieve her fallen pen.

Killians thoughts quickly go from somewhat innocent to what he wishes he could do to her in theshower. And his bed. And hers. And the counter. And just everywhere. He imagines the pleasure he wishes he could bring to her with his fingers and maybe
his tongue if she was okay with that. He decides to pleasure himself but he feels guilty for thinking of such a beautiful woman in such a way. He hardly knows her. Hell, she's his student. She deserves special treatment and to be worshiped,
not to be thought of how Killian was thinking of her. But, hereasoned, she also needs to be worshiped in the not-so-innocent way. Then, he realized.

Fuck. This woman is a bloody temptress. I don't think I'll ever be able to get her out of my head...