Hey guys I'm going to super busy next week, so I won't have time to post this chapter on Valentine's Day. I'm posting the chapter a little early when I actually have some time, but I'm sure none of you mind :) Things heat up in this chapter so enjoy!
Emma was having a bad day. Plain and simple, there is no beating around the bush. One guy shot at her, another one tried to stab her, but just grazed her with his knife. Which ruined one of her favorite sweaters, might she add. Every man was a complete asshole. It was Valentine's Day as well, one of the holidays that Emma hates the most. Mostly because it's a holiday made for couples and if you're alone on this holiday it's considered pathetic, which is just ridiculous. There are flowers and chocolate in every store to remind her. She can't get away from it no matter where she goes. Frankly it pisses her off to no end. Everyone of her friends knows it. They usually leave her alone on this day, at least she hopes they do today. Although they have been known to meddle, so really she wouldn't be surprised if they butt in.
To top off her bad day, Killian Jones had the nerve to send her flowers with an insulting card. She discovered them after coming back from the ER where she had to get few stitches from her craze with a knife.
The flowers are beautiful, lillies are Emma favorite. She has no idea how Killian would know that, but the bouquet is beautiful and elegant. The card reads: Swan, I quite fancy you from time to time when you're not yelling at me. Killian
How dare he send her flowers with a rude card? Who the the hell does he think he is? They kissed one time (a fact which Emma is trying to forget about). Since then they have seen each other, but their friends have usually been around. Nothing has been said, however there have been some small touches and glances exchanged. Glances where she feels like he can see through her and into her soul. They never last long because she always looks away because his gaze is too intense, too knowing. Like he knows that there are some nights she fantasizes about that kiss before scolding herself for doing so.
He's supposed to the asshole friend of her brother. Killian Jones is supposed to be the bane of her existence, the man who she fights with constantly and now she has fantasies about him. She doesn't quite know what to make of it. Now, he sends her flowers to what be a dick? What was the point? He always had to be an ass.
August (her boss and friend) walks up to her desk in the bail bonds office with a smirk on his face.
"Who are the flowers from?"
"No one important," she sighs, leaving them on her desk. They were simply too pretty to throw away that would be a waste.
"A likely story. Someone from your weird friend group?" August pushes.
"Yeah something like that," she grumbles and August just smirks again.
"Fill out this form for insurance bullshit." August hands her a packet of papers and she glares at him.
"All of it?" It was already almost five and Emma really wants to go home. All she wants to wear sweatpants, watch netflix, and maybe drink some wine. No, definitely drink some wine.
"I just need the first five pages from you the rest is for me," he reassures her. Emma just nods and sits down at her desk. Before getting started on the paperwork Emma pulls out her phone. Killian is going to get a piece of her mind.
ES: Seriously? You're sending me flowers on Valentines Day to be dick? Real smooth move. Emma smiles, satisfied with her response. She silences her phone and places it face down on her desk to focus on the packet in front of her. The paperwork doesn't take too long and she's out of there in under an hour. She gives it to August before leaving for the night with the flowers in tucked in her arm. He gives her a bemused look before telling her goodnight.
Back at her apartment Elsa is waiting for Emma with a bottle of wine in hand.
"I never should have given you a key," Emma grumbles and Elsa's eyes go wide at what Emma is carrying.
"You love me and you know it. I sent you a text that I'd be here didn't you get it?" Elsa asks still eyeing the bouquet in Emma's arms.
"I didn't check my phone on the way home. It's been a long day," she sighs as she takes off her jacket.
"Well good thing I brought some wine then isn't it?" Elsa smirks, searching for Emma's bottle opener.
"You must have read my mind. The next drawer down," Emma directs her. Elsa finds it and gets to work opening the bottle.
"So are we going to talk about the flowers?" Elsa asks as Emma pulls down two glasses for them.
"Are we going to talk about why you're not with Liam?" Emma throws back at her.
"Liam had to stay late, so we pushed dinner back. Your turn," Elsa says with a raised eyebrow.
"Killian just sent them to be a dick. I have no clue what possessed him to do such a thing, but there you go," Emma shrugs and Elsa pours her a generous amount of wine.
"Killian Jones sent you flowers?! The same Killian who you fight with constantly? The same one who can never take his eyes off you? The same one you claim to hate?" Elsa asks in a surprised tone.
"Yes that one, do we know another Killian Jones?" Emma takes a very big gulp from her wine glass.
"No, but that is not the point, Emma. How do you know he was being a dick?" Her friend asks thoroughly confused.
"Read the damn, card!" Emma throws her hands into the air. Elsa sets down her glass and picks the card out from the flowers. She looks from the card to Emma to the card again.
"How is this being a dick, please explain?" Elsa asks her.
"He insulted me with flowers!" Emma places her hands on her hips, not sure why Elsa was not getting whatever was going on here.
"Where is the insult?"
"The shouting thing," Emma says with a shake of her head. Elsa just glares at her.
"Did you get a concussion today? Is that what happened at work? Because if you didn't I don't know how you're this stupid." Elsa snaps.
"No, I did not. What on earth are you talking about?" Now it's Emma's turn to be confused.
"This card says he likes you, idiot. He literally said he fancies you when you're not yelling at him. He sent them to be nice. What the hell made you think he was being a dick?" Elsa practically yells.
"I-" Emma begins, but really she has no idea how she missed that, "I don't really know."
"Are you sure you didn't hit your head today?" Elsa asks concerned.
"No, just a light stabbing, I had to go to the ER and they checked me out. No head injury," Emma tells her.
"A LIGHT STABBING!? Emma, what the hell?" Elsa says looking at her friend with a lot of concern.
"The knife grazed me. I needed a couple stitches," Emma shrugs.
"We will come back to that another time, I assure you. Did you say anything to Killian about the flowers?" Elsa asks her annoyed.
"Yes…" Emma cringes. Elsa just rolls her eyes.
"Give me your phone," Elsa says simply with her hand out reached. Emma slaps the phone into her friend's hand. Elsa quickly unlocks it and opens her messages.
"Oh my god, Emma! Really?" Emma nods, not making eye contact with her friend.
"How bad is it?" Emma asks.
"Well would you like to know his response?" Elsa asks. Emma rushes over to Elsa's side to see what he said.
KJ: What are you talking about? Then a few minutes later. KJ: Swan, I have no clue what happened, but I didn't mean to be a dick.
"Shit, shit, shit," Emma mutters.
"Yeah I think you need to apologize to him," Elsa tells her. Emma throws her head back and ignores the urge to stomp her foot like a child.
"I have to?" Emma asks. Elsa places her hand on shoulder.
"Yes, you do. Now, I have to leave to meet Liam. Please do the right thing and apologize," she tells Emma.
"Fuck, you're right. I promise I will," Emma says, annoyed with her own stupidity. Elsa gives her a hug.
"Good and I want to hear all about it," Elsa says as she shrugs on her coat. Emma just nods and shuts the door behind her friend. God dammit. She really should apologize to him. Emma pulls out her phone and opens her messages.
ES: Okay I was an idiot. Are you home? I'd like to explain myself. Emma sends it before she can really think about it. She should explain in person because texting isn't really her strong suit. Clearly. A few minutes later her phone pings.
KJ: Yes, come over whenever you're ready. Emma slips on her jacket and grabs her keys before leaving. Killian doesn't live far from her so she walks there, thinking about what she should say to him. She gets to his building and he buzzes her up. She stops in front of his door, taking a moment to collect her thoughts. How the hell should she even explain this to him?
Finally, she knocks and he comes to the door. Killian has a look of uncertainty on his face.
"Can I come in?" she asks. Killian steps to the side.
"Of course," he says quietly. She steps in and he shuts the door behind her. Damn him he looks really good in his gray henley and black jeans.
"So I had a bad day at work, not really an excuse, but for some reason I thought you were trying to be a dick with flowers. It doesn't quite make a lot of sense, but you know I was being an idiot. Anyway, I am sorry for sending that text and being a complete ass when you did something that was actually very nice," She says quickly under his intense gaze.
"Thank you for apologizing. I must admit I was quite confused by the whole ordeal. Would you like drink?" he asks her.
"What? You want to have a drink with me?" she asks, surprised. This is not how she saw this going at all. She thought he'd taunt her or be an ass about it (which she would totally deserve).
"It's certainly not the first time you've called me a dick and I doubt it will be the last," he chuckles and she shrugs, "I meant what was on the card. I can't stop thinking about that kiss on New Years and well honestly it sounds like you need one," he shrugs.
"Oh okay. Sure," she nods.
"Please take a seat, make yourself comfortable," he nods toward the couch. She sits down, finally relaxing for the first time today.
"I'm afraid all I have is rum, not your usual whiskey," he tells her from the kitchen.
"Rum is perfectly fine," she tells him from her spot on the couch. He walks over two glasses in hand and passes one to her. She accepts and he sits next to her on the couch.
"Thank you," she says quietly.
"Do you want to talk about your day or sit in silence until the food I ordered arrives?" he asks her. Emma's thrown by this interaction entirely. She's known Killian Jones for a while and really has only seen the asshole side of him. The one that teases her constantly or fights with her. Right now, he's being nice and thoughtful. She's never seen him like this. Ever.
"You ordered food?" she asks.
"Aye, some chinese. I ordered enough for two, you're welcome to some," he tells her.
"Yeah that'd be nice," she admits right before her stomach grumbles. He smiles at this and she chuckles.
"Everyone was an ass today, that's all. Oh and annoying paperwork," she adds. She won't tell him about the gun wielding skip or the almost stabbing, he would just tell David. She definitely doesn't need a lecture from her brother right now.
"I understand annoying paperwork, all too much," he tells her. Not too long after the buzzer rings and Killian hops up to answer it. When Killian brings the food in the smell is amazing and Emma is about ready to eat her own hand. She gets up to see what he ordered.
"Swan, I would've brought it to you," he tells her.
"I'm sure you would've, but I'm curious and I want to know what you ordered," she scoffs. He just rolls his eyes.
"Potstickers, shrimp lo mein for me and kung pao chicken for you," he tells her.
"That's my favorite, how did you know?" she asks confused.
"I'm more observant than I appear, Swan," he says before handing her the container and chopsticks. Both starving they shovel down the food quickly without much conversation. Killian turns on Netflix and they watch some show Emma's seen before. They still don't say much, except for some laughter here and there. Emma's pretty sure this is the longest they've gone without fighting before. They usually fight and bicker, but tonight she has seen a completely different side of him. He's kind and thoughtful, all the things she thought he wasn't. Could she have been wrong about him this whole time?
Emma looks over at him and finds his striking blue eyes on her. Since she's caught him staring at her Killian blushes. Without really thinking about it she leans over and kisses him because well she wants to badly and she can't think of a reason to not kiss him. Killian's hand caresses her cheek, his other hand on her hip pulling her closer. Emma shifts quickly, straddling him. One of her hands tangled in his hair. God, kissing him is like nothing else. His soft lips and light, exploring touches. However when his hand touches where her stitches are she pulls away and winces.
"Emma, are you okay?" he asks, concerned. His eyes searching hers.
"I did say today was bad, right? This skip tried to stab me and his knife may have grazed me a little bit," she shrugs, not looking him in the eye.
"Emma, you have to be careful," he tells her before pulling up her sweater to examine her wound. He finds gauze covering the stitches.
"I went to the ER and I was being careful that would be why I'm alive and not dead in an alley," she tells him. His hand is on her cheek once again, the touch light and caring.
"You know what I mean. No wonder you had such a bad day," he says understanding her turmoil and she bites her lip.
"Please don't tell David," she says quietly. He gives her a distressing look.
"I- all right I won't," he nods. He wanted to say like hell he would, but it would just cause more trouble for her.
"Thank you, he just worries too much," she explains. Killian nods. David worries a lot about Emma and her job. David has always felt the need to protect her at all costs. Emma interrupts his train of thought by kissing him once again. He could kiss her for all of his days and never complain. Her hands make their way under his shirt and he helps her get her sweater off. Killian's careful to not touch the gauze covered area again. All the kissing and tender touches leaves Emma's skin on fire and she wants more. More of him. She pulls away, leaning her forehead against his.
"Bedroom?" she asks feeling his erection growing beneath her.
"Are you sure?" he asks her.
"Positive," she says, never wanting anything more. He grasps her back pulling her closer into him. He stands carefully holding onto her. Emma wraps her legs around him. She surges forward kissing him again. He guides the toward his room the best he can. To be quite honest the beautiful blonde in his arms is very distracting. Especially when she grinds down on his erection. The little minx.
Emma leans back to open the door one handed holding onto Killian tightly with the other.
"Thank you, love." She smiles as he carries her into the room. He gently lies Emma down on the bed and they both work quickly to remove their pants and his shirt. Killian carefully peels her underwear off before pushing his own boxers to the ground. Every touch he gives her is light and caring, and damn does it feel good. She tries to sit up, but winces and falls back. Killian's eyes find hers.
"Love, lie back. Let me take care of you," he tells her and she nods, not trusting her own voice. She never lets anyone take care of, she never lets anyone see her this vulnerable. He takes her hand in his and presses a kiss into it. She blushes. Killian drops her hand and begins trailing kisses up her thighs. His thumb reaches her clit and rubs small circles. He places several kisses on her outer lips before capturing her clit with his lips. Emma bites her lip at this. Killian slides one finger inside of her and then another. Emma let's go of her lip and lets her moans fill the bedroom. His lips leave her clit and their eyes meet.
"That's it love let me hear you," he smirks with a few aggressive pumps of his fingers. When his lips come back to her clit she calls out his name. He feverishly moves his fingers in and out of her and moves his tongue over her clit until he can feel her walls flutter around him. She lifts her head up and their eyes meet.
"I need you inside of me, now," she tells him before pulling him closer. He's careful with her, not wanting to pull out any of the stitches she received today. He rolls on a condom before sliding into her. They release sounds of pleasure. Killian never imagined his day quite ending like this. He's found her attractive since the moment they met, but to have her in his bed is something else. He moves slowly, one of their hands intertwined above her head. Their lips gliding over one another. Killian snaps his hips forward causing Emma to moan his name. Gods it's a beautiful sound, one he could go on hearing forever. They always fought and bickered, but he knew that just clouded other emotions that lay down deep for both of them. Emotions they weren't ready to admit yet. Emotions that had finally come to the surface after all these years.
His thumb goes to her clit and makes lazy, slow circles around it causing Emma to writhe underneath him. He moves a little faster still conscious of her injuries, his thumb increasing in speed as well. Finally her back arches off the bed and her walls clenching around spurring his own climax as he spills into the condom. Carefully he flops down onto his bed beside her. He rolls off the bed, discarding the condom before coming back to her.
Emma lays her head on Killian's chest both of them a little out of breath. She should leave, she normally leaves after sex and collapses in her own bed. This time though Emma doesn't want to leave and that's a little terrifying. But she's tired and doesn't quite think her legs will allow her to move. She'll close her eyes rest for a couple minutes then leave. Yeah that's definitely a good plan.
As it turns out it was a horrible plan because Emma fell asleep and didn't wake up until the early morning hours with Killian's arms wrapped around her and pain blossoming where her stitches are. He hums at her movements, just barely waking up himself.
"Morning, love," he mumbles pressing a kiss into her shoulder.
"Morning," she says clearing her throat, frowning. He rolls away from her, disentangling their limbs. She carefully sits up, her limbs stiff and certain places especially sore.
"Are you alright, love?" he asks. Emma clenches her jaw before answering.
"The stitches aren't feeling that great," she says, her voice tense.
"Did they give you anything for the pain?" he asks, concerned.
"Um yeah. They're in my jacket pocket," she mutters, moving to get out of the bed. He places a hand on her shoulder and she stops.
"I'll get it," he tells her before leaving the room. Killian comes back with a prescription pill bottle in hand and a glass of water.
"You didn't have to do that," she scoffs, taking the pill bottle from him.
"Swan, I'm trying to be gentleman here," he teases her. She swallows the pills and takes the water from his hand, using it to wash down the pills.
"A gentleman? You?" she teases him right back.
"I'm always a gentleman," he says with a cocky grin as he walks away from her. There's a beat of silence between them.
"What do we do now?" she asks, turning to face him.
"Well I imagine you need to get to work and so do I," he shrugs, searching through his dresser drawers.
"Killian, that is not what I meant at all," she says with a raised eyebrow. He just chuckles.
"I know what you meant, Swan. What do you want?" he asks, turning to face her with something akin to disappointment in his eyes.
"I'm not sure yet, but I don't want our nosey friends meddling in our business until we know whatever this is," she says meeting his fierce blue eyes. He walks up to her, standing in front of her with no shirt on, which is extremely distracting.
"As you wish, Swan. I do want you to know one thing," He takes her hand in his and pulls Emma gently to her feet, "When I win your heart and I will, it won't be trick or that we simply fell into bed together. It will be because you want me." Emma can practically hear her heartbeat in her ears. His gaze so intense and serious. She's never felt like this before. Hell she's never seen him like this before.
"Is that your way of telling me that you won't sleep with me again until we slap a label on this?" she asks with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh definitely not. I'm just letting you know that I'm not going anywhere," he tells her before pulling her into his arms. Killian puts a lot of passion into the kiss. He knows Emma is the kind of person who believes in actions more than words. Now that he knows what it is like to be with Emma Swan he is never letting her go.
After losing track of time kissing Killian they break apart and she leaves, so they can both get to their jobs. When his door shuts behind her Emma comes to the strange realization that her and Killian had sex. Not only that the sex was tender and kind. Emma Swan is pretty sure that he made love to her last night, but she's going ignore that fact for now. She knows one thing for sure Killian Jones has gotten underneath her skin.