A/N - Alright, so I'm new to Once Upon A Time, and this is my first time writing anything in this fandom. Emma Swan and Killian Jones have successfully taken over my life, and this hiatus is killing me. The best way I know how to get through it is to write something, so that's what I decided to do. Hopefully this story is okay. This one-shot quickly turned into a multi-chapter, but it shouldn't be anymore than ten chapters.

Disclaimer - I own nothing but the strange situations I put Adam Horowitz & Edward Kitsis' characters in.

Prologue

Surprisingly enough I first met him at a HomeSense store. He'd just moved into a new place, and I was browsing for ideas on how to redecorate my kitchen. Following typical clichés; we quite literally fell all over each other when we collided while in the kitchen section. He smiled wide as he looked me over from head to toe, and immediately started flirting with me - even now I'm not sure what was so appealing about me. I was dressed pretty casually. Black skinny jeans with knee length black boots, a white tank top, and my worn red leather jacket. I'd had it for years, but it was still my favourite coat.

Of course he asked me out as soon as he was finished his perusal of my body, and like the smart woman I am, I turned him down.

I won't lie; the man was absolute sin. Perfectly tousled black hair, a small scar on his cheek that only seemed to add to his 'bad boy' sex appeal, and the most beautiful set of cerulean eyes I'd ever seen. Not to mention he was dressed in black formfitting jeans over shiny black shoes, a maroon button-down shirt with the first two buttons wide open to showcase some of his chest hair, and a fitted black leather jacket to finish off the sexiness of the whole look. He looked good, and hell if he didn't act like he knew it.

It took every bit of strength I had not to jump him right in the middle of the store, but I could spot trouble when I saw it, and Killian Jones was definitely dangerous. That damn smirk he gave me after I rejected him was a sure sign of that, but it was the smooth way he walked towards me and crowded my personal space that cemented the knowledge.

I'd like to say I was strong enough to just walk away after he whispered Oh no love. I won't take no for an answer, but do feel free to give it again. I love a challenge. But, I wasn't. That damn Irish lilt to his voice was my final undoing, and my cheeks turned rosy when I felt just how wet he was making me. I wanted him, and he was willing, so why shouldn't I take him up on his offer? I've had one night stands before, and it'd been a while since I'd been intimate with anyone.

Later that night we met up for dinner, and after some surprisingly pleasant conversation, got a hotel room.

So, suffice it to say, the first day I met Killian Jones, also turned into the day I slept with him. And, that was how this whole mess started.

Don't get me wrong, the sex was good, like really, really, really good. He did this thing with his tongue that just…God! I need to stop thinking about it.

Only one night of mind-blowing sex, and already I'd proven that Killian Jones was trouble. Though, it's not because he left the hotel while I was sleeping; if I'd gotten up first I would have done the same. It's not even because I'm ashamed to admit I still sometimes crave his dick, and the things he did to my body. No, the reason is because during one of the many, many, many times we had sex that night, he got me pregnant.

Okay, so the chapter was short, but the ones after will all be longer. I'm not sure about the rating, but I'll leave it for now until I finish the next one. If it seems like it's getting really explicit I'll bump it up to M. Thanks for reading, and please review to let me know what you thought.