A/N - Sorry for the slightly shorter chapter. As you will see, I'm switching back and forth from Killian and Emma's POV with each chapter, and I need what comes after this to be from Killian's POV. Enjoy!

"Emma…"

His voice is muted, spoken roughly into the crease of her neck and shoulder before his mouth resumes its torture of her with gentle sucks and kisses to her now tender skin. Her hips jut forward, molding herself against the hard heat of him once again, urging him to move with her and chase the climax she knows they both are teetering on the verge of. Her body begins to feel like molten liquid beneath his touch as he reciprocates with a deep grind, her hands blindly reaching for his head to drag his mouth back to hers.

The kiss is far from gentle; her teeth tugging at his lips until her tongue is granted entrance, tangling with his as passion breaks through her restraint. She groans against his mouth when he moves to unwrap her leg from his waist, confusion by his retreat quickly replaced by anticipation when she feels his fingers working the button of her jeans open. His mouth tears from hers as his gaze shifts downwards, his fingers lowering her zipper slowly, giving her ample (and unnecessary) time to stop him if she were so inclined. Her flutter of release begins to build with the mere brush of the pads of his fingers against her over the cotton of her panties, heat blossoming as he seeks and presses against her already over stimulated center.

"Killian….oh, god…"

His mouth finds hers, swallowing her cry of release as he cups her, coaxing her to ride out her pleasure against his palm as she wantonly pushes against his hand. Angling his head to deepen the kiss, he slides his hand around her hip to cup her ass inside her jeans, dragging her hips forward until she can feel his erection throbbing against her through his jeans.

"Emma. Emma, love."

"Yes, Killian…"

"Swan, are you awake?"

Shock runs through her as her eyes shoot open, blurredly focusing on the man who has just given her the most intense orgasm of her life (or so she thought) casually perched on the edge of her bed looking down at her with a knowing glint behind his eyes. Consciousness slowly sets in and she registers how twisted she is in her sheets, her nipples sensitive and at full attention under her thin t-shirt (his shirt actually) prompting her to grab her blanket and pull it up to her neck.

"What the fuck, Killian?"

"Coffee?"

He lifts the to go cup with steam escaping the lid towards her with a wink, waiting until she wrenches her hand free from her blanket to take it from him before settling back against the headboard. Using the coffee as an excuse to give herself a few more moments to compose herself, she lifts the lid and blows, refusing to look him in the eye. The gentle burn of the liquid as it slides down her throat helps lift the last of the fog from her dream, embarrassment and she can admit, regret, beginning to settle in its place.

"I do believe gratitude is in order now, love."

She peeks at him over the rim of her cup, a challenging look in his eye as he slowly taps his pointer finger against his lower lip.

"In your dreams, Jones."

"Oh, not anymore, Swan."

Heat flushes her cheeks as she looks away, his bold reference to their activities last night making it blatantly obvious why he is here. He wants to talk about it, now. Running away is harder when he's firmly planted in her escape route.

Perhaps she can change the subject, at least for a moment…

"How did you get in here, anyway?"

His annoyance at her evasiveness is obvious when he doesn't attempt to hide his exasperated sigh before answering her.

"Swan. You know I have a key."

She gave it to him years ago, wanting him to know he could come and go as he pleases, which he does on a fairly regular basis.

"Yeah, I know."

"If you would be so kind, I would greatly enjoy your company in the kitchen for breakfast."

The bed shifts as he rises to his feet, his hand moving to scratch behind his ear as he looks down at her as he waits for a response. She can't help but smile at his obvious nervous tick, her stomach settling slightly knowing that despite his earlier bravado, he may be just as off kilter this morning as she is.

"Give me a few minutes. I'll be right out."

His eyes warm to a softer blue as he smiles down at her before nodding his head slightly and shutting her bedroom door behind him. She looks down at the cup in her hand, fingers nervously picking at the plastic lid in her hand as she tries to figure out what she will say to him when she finds the courage to get out of bed and join him. She knows what she can't say. She can't tell him that she's been dreaming of kissing him since the moment they met and she orchestrated events last night to give her an excuse to act that fantasy out. He can't find out that those 7 minutes were by far the most pleasurable of her life. And he definitely can't know that she's convinced that he's the only man she will ever truly love. If she lets him in, all the way in to her heart, she'll only ruin it. It's what she does and just can't with him. She can't give him the opportunity to let her down.

Looking down at the coffee, she sighs before gulping down the rest of it, hoping the caffeine will give her the energy she needs to stop this freight train from crashing through the most important relationship of her life. She tosses the blankets back and slides from the mattress, searching the floor for her bra as she tugs her yoga pants up her legs. Spying the black lace on foot of her bed, she blushes at the knowledge that he obviously got a good view of it a few minutes ago, another level reached on her seemingly endless embarrassment scale.

She mutters to herself as she works the bra on under her t-shirt. "Get a grip, Emma."

Turning towards the mirror above her dresser, she runs her finger under her eyes to remove the smudged eyeliner she didn't remove last night before bed. The ponytail in her hair is a mess, so she tugs the holder out and lets her rumpled curls fall down her back. Knowing her eyes won't be able to handle contacts this morning she grabs her glasses, ignoring the fact that she knows how much Killian loves seeing her in the thick black frames.

She takes a deep breath and straightens her spine before opening her bedroom door; preparing to face the conversation she knew one day would come, hoping she'll still have Killian as her best friend at the end of it.