title: sober epilogues
pairing: captain swan (umofcourse)
author's note: lol it is 2:30 a.m. and i should definitely be sleeping yet, here we are. i would consider this a sequel to 'killianness' as it sort of flows with that one shot. but whatevs, you decide. MORE COLLEGE!CAPTAIN SWAN. ALSO SMUT. LOTS OF SMUT.
disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a time.

It was safe to say that Emma Swan had literally no idea what was happening.

She stared at the blank Word document in front of her, vainly trying to come up with something to start on her term paper for her Social Economic Justice class. Because, really, this paper was 30% of her grade and she had to do well on it.

But she just couldn't focus.

Killian was coming to visit.

Emma slammed her laptop shut and pushed away from her desk in disgust. The blonde crawled onto her bed and laid down, allowing herself to wallow. She stared up at the ceiling, imagining Killian's face, his eyes, his voice, calling out to her—Emma, love, it's been too long.

When Killian, Mary Margaret, Regina, David, and Robin had graduated last year, Emma's heart had been torn into several pieces. One piece she kept with her, at Misthaven University, in the house with blue shutters, where they had all lived together.

Another went off to Boston with David and Mary Margaret—her adoptive brother, who had taken over guardianship of her when he turned 18, and his life long girlfriend, were huge parts of Emma's life. They had been the first people she had really bonded with, the first people her lonely, lost girl self had let in after years in the foster care system.

The last piece, she was loathe to admit, had gone with Killian Jones, into the Navy, as a commissioned officer. (They had all poked great fun at him for that.) (Killian Jones, a Navy officer? In what freaking world did that happen?) But Killian had done it, and Emma had gone months without seeing him.

"Emma Swan, I do believe you are pining for Killian Jones."

"Shut up," Emma groaned, burying her face into her pillow, as her best friend sauntered into the room.

"When was the last time you saw him?" Elsa asked.

"July," Emma replied.

(It was October.)

Elsa let out a low whistle, "And he just decided to come visit, did he?"

Emma shrugged, "I guess he's done with basic training, so he gets a few days off before he gets his first assignment. I think? I don't know, he tried to explain it to me, but I kind of stopped listening."

Elsa chuckled; sometimes Emma had the attention span of a humming bird.

"He's supposed to come over around 8," Emma said, in a very small voice.

Elsa immediately glanced at the clock: 7:40. She then looked back at her best friend since freshmen year, and realized that Emma—Emma Swan—was actually nervous.

"Emma," Elsa said, gently. "You know Killian is crazy about you."

"A lot can happen in four months," was Emma's muttered response.

Elsa smiled, "Do you really think if he met anyone worth knowing, he would immediately come to visit you?" Emma had no response to that, so Elsa patted her hand, comfortingly. "You really missed him, didn't you?"

Emma just groaned in response. Elsa just laughed a little, and decided to leave her friend in peace. She parted with an affectionate kiss on Emma's forehead, and then sauntered from the room. Emma laid there with her eyes shut for a while, before she glanced at the clock again.

7:51.

Suddenly, Emma's phone buzzed in her hand. Startled, she checked it.

I'm here – Killian

"ELSA!" Emma shouted. "He's early!"

"Swan," Killian greeted, like a dying man laying his eyes on water. A grin broke across his face, and his eyes—the beautiful blue eyes Emma remembered—crinkled at the edges, and he swept into the room, gathered her in his arms, and kissed her.

Really kissed her.

(God, Emma had missed those lips.)

"Jones," Emma greeted, when they broke apart.

Killian grinned at her, "Did you miss me?" Emma rolled her eyes and didn't answer. Instead, she ushered him inside and shut the door, but not before he could offer a single rose, with a smirk on his face like yeah you know I'm a romantic.

Emma took it, flushing red to the roots of her hair, as familiar voices called from the kitchen.

"Look at Mr. Fancy Naval Officer, come back to visit the lowly people from his beginnings!" Ruby shouted. Killian snickered and said his hellos as Emma searched for a vase.

(Typically, they did not have one. That would have been something Mary Margaret provided. Instead, Emma located an empty bottle of Bacardi Rum, and stuck the rose in that.)

"Oh! Is this Emma's boyfriend? Wait, not-boyfriend, right? Because that's a college thing, to have a not-boyfriend. Hi, Emma's not-boyfriend! My name is Anna, I'm Elsa's sister. I took Mary Margaret's old room."

Emma would have been embarrassed if it was anyone other than Anna. Somewhere between her good-natured chatter, freckles, and long, ginger hair, Anna became too adorable to ever get mad at. Killian seemed to pick up on this as well, and just laughed and shook her hand.

"As much as I love being referred to as Emma's," he said. "You can call me Killian."

"Hi, Killian!" Anna chirruped, becoming.

"Hey, Blue," Killian said, spotting Elsa coming down the stairs.

"Oh Lord, look what the cat dragged in," was his greeting, but they just grinned at each other. Killian, in his pursuit of Emma, had found quite a good friend in Elsa.

"Is that Killian?" called Belle's voice, from upstairs.

"Aye, that it would be!"

(Emma rolled her eyes at the vocabulary.)

There was a clatter as Belle came down the stairs, and threw her arms around Killian in a tight hug. They laughed as they said their hellos, and Emma gladly shared the man she had ached for with her friends for a little while. They sat in the living and shared stories, filling Killian in on what he had missed. He charmed Anna and Tink (who had taken Regina's room) almost effortlessly.

Around 9:30, Killian turned to her and asked, "May I have a tour of the house?"

"You've been here a thousand times," Belle accused him.

"Surely it must look different without Mary Margaret's sense of hominess," Killian shot back, waggling his eyebrows at her.

"Shut up," Emma ordered him, and led the way to her room. Killian walked past her into the bedroom he was so familiar with, and Emma followed, quietly shutting the door behind her.

Emma was overwhelmed suddenly, by the sight of him standing in the middle of her bedroom. It called up a memory from almost a year ago, of him standing there, arms spread, a desperate look on his face. Anything you want from me, Emma Swan, you can have.

Before Emma could say anything, Killian's arms were around her and he was crushing her to him, and then his mouth found hers and they were kissing—kissing wildly, passionately, longingly—like two pieces of a broken thing coming together to create something beautiful.

"I missed you," he whispered, throatily, resting his forehead against hers.

"I missed you, too," was all she could manage back before she captured his mouth with her own.

Emma had never been very good with words.

Her kisses became deeper, more forceful, more demanding. She striped off his jacket, tossed it on the floor, gently nudged him towards her bed. When his knees backed into it, she pushed him down on it, kissing all the way.

He went willingly, completely subdued to her command.

"Emma," he groaned, as her lips pressed against his neck, her teeth scraping against his skin. He almost died as she slid off his lap, and onto her knees on the floor. The suggestive gleam in her eyes made him want to explode, and he immediately undid his slacks at her request. Before he could even sit down, she took him in her mouth, and he couldn't even say her name anymore, he just moaned.

She played with him, with her tongue, in ways that no other girl had ever done before. Killian groaned again as she worked him, his hands tangling in her hair (which he knew she loved).

After a while, she came up for air, and kissed him again. Killian realized he was completely under spell. Emma pulled him down on top of her—Holy fuck he was turned on by her dominance—and rolled her hips against his.

"Say my name," she demanded.

"Emma," he complied, immediately. It was a low, strangled whisper, a husky moan that revealed just how badly he wanted her. She moaned, clearly loving that.

Killian chuckled a little at her ego. In between kisses and nipping her neck he whispered, "You are the sexiest thing alive." He yanked off her shirt, undid her bra, and lovingly caressed her chest. "You are so fucking beautiful." His hand traced down her stomach lightly, teasingly, before he dove into her warm, wet folds. "And you are all mine."

Her breath hitched immediately as she moaned, "Killian."

"Mhm, I love how wet you are," he teased, playing with her. She groaned in response as he started kissing his way down her stomach. As he got closer to her center, her panting increased, she started begging him for it.

"Oh, you want it?" he teased, his lips at her mound.

"Killian," was her response, her eyes already closed in anticipation.

Killian closed his eyes as he buried his tongue inside her. Her hips bucked against him, but he held them down, firmly in place. He could feel her thighs—hard from working out, from running—tighten against him. Her hands wound through his hair as she cried out. He licked and played over and over until she came twice, riding out a wave that he couldn't see, groaning his name like it was being squeezed out of her lungs.

"Okay, definitely time to fuck me," she panted, which made him laugh a little.

Killian was hard as rock, long and rigid, as she waited for him to slip off his pants. He paused as he hovered above her, drinking in the sight. She was completely naked, her hair a mess from sweat and his hands. Emma couldn't quite sit still, she was so turned on, but she looked up at him, and he felt like he was the only person in the entire world.

"Fuck," he groaned, as he entered her. He slid in easily; she was so wet for him, which only made him want her even more. He started to pump against her, their breathing hitched and difficult, his forehead pressed into the nape her neck.

Emma's hands skirted along his shoulders, down his back, lightly over his butt. She worked against him, and he felt every curve, every crevice of her body. When he had sex with her, she was alive and wild, and it made it a thousand times better.

Emma came for a third time just before him, which sent him over the edge. He collapsed against her body, his forehead resting against the nape of her neck, as the aftershocks rolled through him. Emma playfully nipped at his ear and he groaned as he rolled off of her.

"Fuck," he said again, which made her laugh. In their typical fashion, she handed him the box of tissues and they cleaned up. While he cleaned himself off, Emma slid back into her black panties and put on a baggy T-shirt lying nearby. He pulled on his boxers, and settled on his back on the bed, pulling her against him. She went willingly, and cuddled into her shoulder, twining her leg with his.

Lying there, in Killian's arms, Emma realized nothing had felt so right in a long time.

The next day, Emma woke to a piercing blue gaze.

"Are you watching me sleep?" she mumbled at him, rubbing at her eyes.

"Maybe," Killian replied.

"Weirdo," she shot back, rolling over in an attempt to avoid daylight a little longer. But Killian would not allow her to go back to sleep, and decided to wake her up the best way he knew how.

(Morning sex had always been a thing for him.)

Afterwards they lay together, Emma curled against his chest, Killian's arm draped across her shoulders. His rough hands painted lines on her arm, and they reveled in the quiet of being together.

"Emma?"

"Mhm?"

"I never stopped thinking about you," Killian said, honestly. "In four months, not a day went by where I did not think of you."

Emma's blonde head tilted, and she rested her chin on his chest, able to look into his eyes.

"Good," she said, with a smirk.

Killian chuckled, pressing a kiss to her blonde curls. They were quiet for a little while longer, before the words burst forth from Killian's lips, like a damn breaking loose.

"Emma, I'm going to be stationed out of Boston," he said, quite suddenly, quickly, as if he were afraid she would spook.

Emma's head came up, "What? Killian that's—that's amazing! You'll be with David and Mary Margaret."

And Boston was only two hours away.

Killian took a deep breath and took the plunge.

"So, since I'll be close," he began, awkwardly. "And you'll be…around. Visiting your brother, I mean. Maybe we…maybe we could attempt the whole…relationship thing," he finished, lamely.

Emma looked at him again, eyebrows raised.

"Killian Jones," she teased, "are you asking me to be your girlfriend?"

"It would appear so," Killian replied, with a sigh.

Emma kissed him, "I guess that wouldn't be so bad."

"…is that a yes?"

"Yes, you idiot."

DID YOU LIKE HOW I WORKED IN THOSE SCENES THERE, DID YA?

This is literally my first time writing smut, and I am not quite sure how I feel about it but, hey, whatever.

COLLEGE!CAPTAIN SWAN 4 LYFE.