So I saw this ( post/100765659638/iggycat-someone-needs-to-write-a-the-fire) post and immediately wanted to write something. I changed it a bit, it's a dorm building and she didnt know the cute boy in his underwear beforehand. I had fun writing this, if you guys like it I can maybe make it a few parts and keep the story going. Just let me know. As you can see, this is now considered part one. I will be continuing this story!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. If I did Id be rich and that is, sadly, not the case. (Also, Im a child of the 90's, so I borrowed Matchbox Twenty's song lyrics for the title because I can never think about 3am without singing this song in my head lol)

Summary: Emma is up late studying when the fire alarm goes off. In the grass outside the dorm she runs into a barely clothed Killian Jones.

Word count: 932

Rating: T? (There are a couple of curse words… idk about the rating system sometimes, sorry lol)

Mid-terms are a bitch.

That's all that is going through Emma Swan's mind while she is still awake at 3am studying. She tries not to complain, really she does. Growing up in the foster system she didn't think she would EVER get the chance to go to college; but when it's 3am, and your high off caffeine, and you've had your nose buried in a book since you got home at 2pm…

Yea, she's allowed to wallow a little.

The dorms are quiet tonight, something she is thankful for… less distractions. But it makes it that much harder to keep her eyes open.

Right when her head is about to hit the book in defeat, a horrible screeching sound erupts around her.

She is up out of the chair with a jolt before her brain catches up with her surroundings and she realizes the fire alarm is going off. Her roommate is already awake and cursing the universe for the ungodly hour.

"Holy hell," Tink says while rubbing her eyes sleepily, "Why the fuck is the fire alarm going off, and why are you still studying? You are a glutton for punishment."

"Yea," Emma responds with a chuckle, "come on, we'd better get out of here just in case it really is a fire."

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Emma and Tink make it down to the common area outside of the dorm building. Everyone around them is in varying levels of undress. Suddenly she is very thankful she was up late studying, still wearing her long yoga pants and college sweatshirt over a white tank.

Tink wasn't so lucky, wearing only a short pair of shorts and a tank top. Emma sees her shivering and decides to take pity on her.

"Here," she says while taking off her sweatshirt.

"I cant, you'll be just as cold."

"Yea, but I have actual pants on. So half of me can be cold to make half of you warm," she responds with a gentle smile. She's never had a friend before, but she and Tink have grown close over the year so far and this seems like the gesture you would make to a friend. Right?

"Thanks," is her quick reply as she slips the sweatshirt over her head.

Suddenly there is a warm, soothing voice in Emma's right ear. "How about me, love? Im feeling a bit chilly too, you know."

The shiver was involuntary, that's what she'll claim later at least. It ran down her spine and reached the tips of her fingers and toes as his warm breath ghost over her ear. She didn't have to turn and look at him to know he was attractive; the voice was enough. But when she did finally muster the strength to look to her right, her breath hitched in her throat.

He was lean and toned, tall with raven black hair tousled deliciously on his head… matching hair that dusted down his chest and disappeared into his boxers; which happened to be the only thing he was wearing. It was dark, but she could see his piercing blue eyes as if it was bright as day outside, and he had just the right amount a scruff surrounding his incredibly smug grin.

She realized her jaw was hanging open a bit too late, and he seemed even more please with himself (if that was even possible).

"Enjoying the view, love?"

"Not your love," was the only thing she managed to get out. And was pleased that she didn't sound breathless, even though she felt it.

He did an eyebrow wiggle that really should be illegal, "Oh but if you were, I would be a very happy man."

Emma rolled her eyes and scoffed, because… really? This man's nerve. Deciding it best not to further indulge him she turned back to Tink, intent on starting a conversation with her to avoid Mr. tall, dark and far too handsome for his own good.

He had other ideas.

"You're a tough lass, aren't you? I like that," he did another eyebrow wiggle and added a lip lick that she was helpless to follow. "Killian Jones," he added while thrusting his right hand out towards her.

"I don't make it a habit to shake hands and exchange names with mostly naked strangers, Jones." She heard Tink giggle to her left, but Killian's eyes never left Emma's. She shifted on her feet, suddenly nervous under his stare.

"Well, the state of my current undress is a shame, but completely out of my hands. Just be glad I decided to wear boxers to bed tonight," another eyebrow wiggle. This one different from the others.

How many ways can one man's eyebrows wiggle?

"Are you only capable of sexual innuendos and inappropriate comments, Jones, or is there actually a gentleman lying somewhere under all those eyebrow wiggles and lip licks?"

"Oh," he paused for dramatic effect, clutched at his heart in mock hurt and raised just his right brow, cocking his head to the side before leaning in and whispering, "Im always a gentleman, love."

The eye rolls were involuntary at this point, as she once again scoffed and breathed "Yea, right."

He was about to respond when they were given the signal for all clear. Allowing them back to bed. Emma grabbed Tink's arm and rushed her back towards the dorm as fast as she could. She could hear him calling for her behind him, but she didn't hesitate. Only stopping once she was safely in her dorm.

She knew one thing: Killian Jones was trouble. She had to avoid him at all costs.