"Hey Swan? Bit uncomfortable?"

Killian's voice rang through her ears as she shifted on her broom and he zoomed past, coming to a stop a few metres above her, an annoying smirk on his face. Yes. She was a little sore from last night, but that was not going to stop her from catching the snitch from right underneath his stupid nose.

"Quaffle's down the other end, Jones," Emma answered. "Unless you're mistaking your head for it."

"Ooh, bad mood Swan?" he grinned flying towards her. "One would think you weren't fucked hard enough last ni-"

"Jefferson!" Emma yelled out to a passing Slytherin beater, "Send the next bludger at Jones. Preferably his male anatomy."

"Aye aye, Captain," Jefferson saluted, flying in the opposite direction.

"You'll pay for this, Swan!" Killian shouted as he fled from the rapidly approaching enchanted ball.

"I look forward to it!"


Emma was diving for the snitch when payback came. Killian Jones, the wayward Gryffindor Chaser, dropped the bloody Quaffle on her head. She came up into the air yelling obscenities that had Professor Longbottom spluttering in his seat.

"Sorry, Professor!" Emma answered, apologetically, before shooting off in search of the snitch again. Killian had a ten minute time out for his prank. His smug grin told her he thought it was worth it.

She caught the snitch three minutes later, hovering around the Gryffindor's goal post. The Slytherin quarter of the stadium erupted, along with a smattering of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff supporters. Whilst house unity was improving, if it was Gryffindor against Slytherin, the Lions always had the popularity vote.

Heading back into the girls' change room afterwards, she quickly changed out of her robes and into a pair of jeans and a loose t-shirt, intending on getting back to her dorm before Jones did. She wanted that bath and she did not want to have to fight him for it.

Unfortunately, when she arrived back in their common room, Killian already had the water running. His voice humming appreciatively as she heard him sink into the water.

"Killian," a sultry voice startled Emma as she headed up to her bedroom. The door was closed, but it wasn't sound-proofed. Obviously, otherwise last night wouldn't have happened. "You just had a very big victory. Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"Depends, are you naked, Roxanne?"

Slut! Emma mouthed in disgust, ignoring the jealous tone to her thoughts. Of course she doesn't care, why would she? It was one time. He could go back to being the Whore of Gryffindor any time he wanted.

Maybe, she thought she'd worn him out enough that he'd need more than 24 hours to recover.

"Only if you're ready for me, big boy?"

Ewwwww.

Wherever the Weasley girl had learnt to dirty talk, it obviously wasn't any good. At all. Emma had the sudden urge to vomit. The fact that the bathroom was otherwise occupied, not helping her desire to run to the toilet bowl.

A sudden wave of mischievousness rolled over her and she pulled her wand from her back pocket. With a soft wave, she pointed to where she knew the pipes were in the wall and muttered a quick, "Diffindo Aversum."

The highpitched screech of the Gryffindor girl made her chuckle. The sound of cold water spurting into the room lending a wide smile to Emma's face. As Roxanne's whimpers faded with space, probably having run out of the room while Killian scrambled for his wand, Emma, in satisfaction, began to remove her shoes and pants. She heard a few mumbled words, followed by the closing of Killian's bedroom door, footfalls, and the Secret Door of their dormitories closing, before Killian finally said, "Reparo," and fixed the cut in the pipes that Emma had made.

He swung the bathroom door open just as she was undoing her jeans.

"If you wanted her gone, you could've just said something, love," Killian smirked, blue eyes sparkling. "Although, if you were wearing less articles of clothing, I may have been tempted to offer a more, er, delightful way to introduce you to each other."

"Fuck you, Jones," Emma spat, walking away from him to find her thick sweater.

"You did, Swan," he answered, leaning in her doorway, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. She tried not to think about the way his muscles defined his body or the trails of hair leading down to… "Repeatedly. Lots of 'Don't stop, Killian's and 'Right there – ooh, fuck's going on whilst you did."

His girlish voice was admirable, as was his attempt at her accent. But she dearly hoped he wouldn't do it again. Despite the fact that she was surrounded by them, Welsh and English and Scottish and Irish, she'd yet to lose hers. At least people knew when they were about to get their asses whipped by the Head Girl.

"I recall I wasn't the only one groaning," Emma answered, eyebrows perked as she headed back towards him, abandoning her search for a top. If he was surprised by the fact that she stood before him semi-naked, he didn't show it. After all, he'd seen it all before.

"I've still got bath water that's warm," Killian suggested, almost a little hopefully.

"Unfortunately I'm not as dirty as your little girl from before, big boy," Emma answered, patting his semi-hard cock through his towel.

"Come on, Emma," he groaned, trying to take a step forward and cursing when he found it blocked. "Let me in."

Oh that could mean so many things. But he wasn't talking about the other stuff, just sex.

"She was just a groupie. Wanted to say she'd slept with the Gryffindor Captain and –"

"Well that's not my goal," Emma said sharply. "I don't. You're good in bed, Jones, but I'm not your private call girl."

He pouted, his hand hooking onto the edge of his towel. "I could make it so good for you, Emma."

"Don't drop the towel," Emma warned. No. She was already turned on enough by the fact that the water on his chest was slowly drying and she did not need to see the way he reacted to her. Cause then she would react to him. And things would get messy very fast. "Don't you dare, Killian Jones."

He dropped it.

"Like what you see, Swan?"

"I don't…cover yourself…" Emma's mouth went dry. In daylight he looked even better.

"Come take a bath with me." When did his voice suddenly get so alluring? "It'll make you feel so relaxed after the game."

Emma bit down on her lip before finally whispering, "Come in."

He damn near attacked her, teeth practically tearing at her lips as his tongue raced into her mouth. His hands went straight to her hips and her breast, kneading at the flesh. Fingers traced over her stomach, unzipping her jeans, and pushing them down her legs, before Killian had her pushed up against her desk. He lifted her onto it, kissing his way down her body and pulling down the cup of her bra to lick at her nipple, followed quickly by the other one, toying his fingers over them until they formed peaks against the cool air.

"Your fucking foreplay on the field had me hard the entire game, Swan," he groaned as he kissed down her stomach. She had her head thrown back in ecstasy as he continues, "Do you have any idea what it did to me? To know you still felt every moment of last night while you were on that broom."

"I wanted it to be you," Emma whispered as he kissed her hip, "I wanted it to be you pressed against me."

"Oh, I didn't satisfy you?" Killian smirked, pulling away from her body but leaving his finger brushing over the soft patch of wetness seeping through her black undies. She wriggled against him, throwing him a death glare until finally relenting, "I want more."

"I don't do more, Swan," he answered in vague confusion. Emma realized that might have been misconstrued and hurriedly corrected, "More of this. More sex."

"Oh, well why didn't you just say so," Killian rolled his eyes before pushing aside her panties and rolling his fingers through her wetness to find her clit. He grinned when he heard the sounds of her panting breaths and the gasps when he pushed two fingers into her. And when she gripped his hair, she held on tight enough to rip it out because those things he did with his tongue…she was coming within minutes.

"I don't think this will be just a one-time thing," Emma gasped as she came down from her high, his face still between her legs. He pulled away to look up at her, face smeared with her juices as he began to peel away her underwear.

"I agree, Princess," Killian answered, his eyes black with lust as he began to wipe his face. "You're too fucking delicious to let go that easily."

Emma pulled him up for a kiss, feeling him brushing against her core with every movement. He was hard and pulsing and she could feel his need as she touched him, only a few gently tugs and he was groaning. His hand braced on the wall behind her, he begged, "Let me fuck you, Swan. Please."

"One condition," Emma said and he groaned, pulling away, but Emma grabbed his waist, pulling him back and kissing him possessively. "I'm the only woman you take to bed from now on. Okay? If I see a naked girl, or semi-naked girl, in your bedroom, the bathroom, or the common room, not only will she probably end up with a black eye, but I will cut off your prized possession and feet it to the Giant Squid, capisce?"

"I like you when you're possessive," Killian groaned, breathing on her neck as he bit down, "It's hot."

Emma couldn't take it anymore; he was so close but not close enough. Not in her. She grabbed his ass and pulled him close, impaling herself on his cock with a loud groan as he pushed his way fully inside of her.

"Merlin, Swan," Killian groaned as he thrust slowly. "You feel so bloody amazing."

"See," Emma grinned as she wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck, "Told you, you groaned."

"And I'll groan more," he grunted, lifting her from the dresser and backing onto her bed, "If you ride me, Princess."

Emma raised an eyebrow as Killian sat down. She slipped off him as he scrambled onto the bed, removing her bra which was starting to dig in, before returning to sink onto him, completely bare. His eyes closed in pleasure, hands going to her hips as she rose and fell over him.

"Like that," Killian groaned, eyes looking into hers as he lifted his hands to squeeze the breasts in his face. "Fuck, you're gorgeous."

"Bet you say that to all the girls," Emma said flicking her hair over her shoulder, dismissing his compliment as she pushed her hands down on his chest and proceeded to fuck him harder and undeniably faster.

"Just you," Killian whispered, but she refused to look at him, her head thrown back and mouth open as she led her hand down to where they were joined, pleasuring herself and seconds later, she fell into him, her hips jerking lazily as she rode out her orgasm.

Wordlessly, she slid down his body, taking his swollen length in her hand and pumping him slowly before giving him a cautious glance and licking the tip of his cock. She took him in deep, knowing he was close. It was less than a minute of his hand weaving through her hair, and murmured praises, before he was coming down her throat, spurting salty liquid into her mouth that she swallowed, crawling back up to lay beside him. He kissed her wearily, their essences mixing in their mouths before he whispered tiredly, "We should go…reheat that bath."

"Later," Emma acquiesced, yawning as she pulled the quilt up over them. With a cheeky grin she whispered, "I'm well and truly relaxed now."

"I bet you are, Princess," Killian murmured, hardly realizing that she'd flung her arm over him in search of body heat. He was almost asleep. "I bet you are…"