I've had this story in my head for a while now but I haven't had a chance to sit down and write it, I have read something similar before, but this is going to go in a completely different direction. This is going to be total real world AU inspired by a photo edit I saw on tumblr. Emma Nolan is 17 and Killian Jones is 18, he comes from money and the town sees him as their resident bad boy. Both are students at Storybrooke High School. David Nolan is the towns' sheriff and Mary Margaret Nolan is a teacher at Storybrooke Elementary School. Neal Nolan is Emma's 2 year old brother. Emma's parents do not approve of her dating, especially someone they do not deem worthy of their little girl.

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Pulling open the door to her locker, Emma sighed. It was only the third day of the school year and already she was being pulled in twenty different directions. An English assignment on Othello. A biology assignment on environment changes on the rate of mitosis. She didn't want to spend her last year of high school with her nose permanently in a text book - not that her parents were going to let it be any other way. As far as they were concerned, she was going to finish school at the top of her class before going on to study medicine at NYU. Unless she could convince them otherwise. It was their dream, not hers. And it was going to make for one hell of a year.

"You're thinking too hard, love."

Spinning on her heels, Emma gave him a warm smile, "Killian." Shoving her books inside her locker, she wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his shoulder. "I missed you."

Laughing, he pressed a kiss to her hair. "You only saw me a couple of hours ago."

"I know," Tilting her head, she drew him into a slow kiss. She didn't care that they were standing in the school corridor. No one was paying any attention – no one ever did, and it was the one place she knew she wouldn't run in to her parents. "But it feels like forever."

"Aye, I missed you too." Shutting her locker, Killian turned her towards the school door, his arm wrapped loosely around her waist. "What are you doing tonight?"

Sighing, she lent further in to him. "Hopefully spending the night with my amazing boyfriend. I can't believe it's only the third day and I'm already drowning."

"Your parents won't miss you, love? I don't want to get you in trouble." Brushing a blond curl behind her ear, Killian smiled. "Especially if you have a lot of work to do, love."

"They won't. I'll tell them I'm going to Ruby's to study or something. Besides, Neal's going through a destructive phase. They'll be so busy chasing after their little prince; they probably won't even notice I'm gone."

"As long as you're sure, love."

"I am," Moving out of his arms, Emma unlocked her car door, before slipping into the driver's seat. "I'll meet you at our spot. Around seven?"

"I'll be waiting."

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Snuggling deeper into Kilian's embrace, Emma sighed as the cool night air hit her bare shoulder, her tank top doing nothing to stop the goose bumps spreading across her skin. "I don't want to go home..."

"Aye, love, but it seems we do not really have a choice. It's getting late…" Pressing a kiss to her temple, Killian tightened his arm around Emma's waist, making no effort to move. "We don't want your parents to come looking for you. I would rather not ruin this lovely night by ending up staring down the barrel of your father's gun."

"I wish we didn't have to sneak around." Emma sighed, shifting in Killian's arms to face him. "I wish my parents could see what an amazing guy you are and not just go on the perception that others have concocted of you. They seem to think any relationship at this age has to be about sex."

"I... Emma... we don't have too..." Killian stuttered, becoming flustered. Clearing his throat he looked at her lovingly. "I don't want you to think that that is us. It's not why I want to be with you, love. I know my record isn't exactly pristine but Emma that's not what it is about between us."

"I know, Killian."

"That's also not to say, I wouldn't want to. When you're ready that is." Brushing a blonde curl out of her eyes, he smiled. "I want it to be special. Your first time. Our first time together. I don't want you to feel pushed into it."

"It will be special, Killian," Pushing herself up further, Emma sat crossed legged in front of him and held his hands in hers, bringing them to rest on her lap. "You don't have to worry about me. I know you were a different person a year ago, and I know that the last year was tough, I understand that what may have happened or what you might have done wasn't just you acting out for the sake of it. You were in pain. I also know that since you and I became you and I, all of that has stopped. I trust you, Killian, for who you are. Not who you were, and I don't care if the rest of this town can't see that. I can and that's all that matters to me." Pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, Emma pulled back and stared into his blue eyes. "I... I love you, Killian."

"I love you too."

"But..." Emma continued, her eyes never leaving his. "I think I'm ready."

"Em... Emma..." Killian whispered, his voice stuttering. "Are you sure, love?"

"I'm sure," Pushing herself up, she moved to straddle his hips. "I don't want to wait any longer. We've been together for almost a year, and I love you. That isn't going to change if we wait another six months or whether we... you know... don't wait."

Cupping the back of her neck, Killian pulled her into a fierce kiss whilst his other hand dipped under the hem of her tank top. "Emma..."

"Mmm?" Emma murmured, her hands working to rid Killian of his shirt whilst kissing his lips.

"Here?" He hissed sharply as her nails ran up his side.

"Here, in our spot." Emma confirmed, pulling her lips away from his neck to pull his shirt over his head. "Make love to me, Killian."

Smiling, Killian rolled them so she was under him. "As you wish, love." Letting his hands drop to her jean zipper, her smirked into her hair as she arched in to him. Tugging her jeans over hips, Killian kissed his way to her breasts, relishing in the feel of her skin under his lips as he smoothly removed her bra. "Are you sure you're ready, love?"

"I'm ready," Emma breathed out, dropping her hands to his jeans before pulling the zipper down. Slipping her hand past is waistband; she gripped him gently, smirking as he groaned.

Drawing on his last bit of sanity, Killian lifted himself off of Emma, ridding himself of his jeans before covering her body with his once more. Cupping her cheek, he smiled gently. "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?"

Blushing, Emma looked at time over her eyelashes. "Once or twice."

"Well you are, you're breathtaking." Positioning himself, Killian kissed her neck. "If this hurts or if you change your mind…we can stop."

"I'm okay," Emma groaned, angling her hips slightly.

"Okay," Pushing his hips forward, Killian moaned as he felt her around him. She was perfect. He could see stars behind his eyes. Moving slowly, Killian matched each thrust with a gentle kiss until Emma was panting below him. She was close. He was close. "Let go, Emma. Just let go."

"Killian!" Emma cried, gripping his shoulders like a vice as she breathed rapidly.

Collapsing on top of her, Killian continued to kiss every exposed area of skin as they both rode out the waves of pleasure.

"I…" Emma spoke finally, before biting her lip. "That was… I never expected…"

"Aye, it was perfect, love." Pulling her body flush again his, he sighed contently. Feeling her breathing even against his neck, he glanced down at her, as she fell asleep. "Just perfect."