Hi everyone, here's another update, time to find out where Killian was that night! Just giving a heads up, I'll be quite busy this week and I don't know if I'll be able to post another chapter before next week. I'll try my best to update as quickly as I can (and also update my other stories).

Thanks to the wonderful phiralovesloki for beta'ing this chapter 333


He tries to keep his mind off her, but it proves difficult when the only image he has in mind is her on her knees in the middle of the kitchen, giving him one of the most amazing blow jobs he has ever gotten. He still can't believe that all of this is happening, and in a way, he can't wait to get back to his apartment and see what other filthy things they could do together.

Killian takes a swig of his beer as he tries to push those thoughts aside and focus on the tales of his brother and wife's latest vacation.

"Killian, are you listening?" Liam asks as he waves his hand in front of his eyes.

"Uh, sorry. I was just thinking about something." Well, someone to be more accurate.

"I was asking if you wanted some coffee?" Elsa repeats while his brother gives him a worried look.

"Sure, that'll be lovely." He gives his sister-in-law a smile and grabs the glass of water in front of him. He takes a sip, anything to push back the inevitable discussion that now awaits him.

"Are you going to tell me what's got you so distracted?"

"It's nothing," Killian says, really not wanting to talk about what he just got himself into. He knows that Liam will give him his thoughts on the situation and he's pretty convinced he won't like it.

"Nothing? Do you really think I believe you? I know that look. That look means you're thinking about someone."

"Later," he answers simply as he looks at Elsa returning to the room with coffee mugs.

They eat some pie as they sip their coffee, Killian paying a tad more attention to the discussion as he asks them a few questions about their trip to Iceland. An hour later, Elsa yawns as she excuse herself from the table and gives a goodnight kiss to Liam and a quick peck on Killian's cheek.

"Goodnight boys and stay out of trouble," she shouts as she climbs the stairs.

Liam gets up and taps Killian on the back as he tells him to follow him. His brother grabs a bottle of rum out of the cabinet and takes two glasses at the same time. They end up sitting in the soft lit patio as Liam pours them a good amount of their favorite rum. They stay in silence for a moment, both enjoying the soft breeze and the taste of the spicy liquor leaving a burning trail down their throats.

"Who is she?"

Killian sighs at the question, not knowing how to explain Emma Swan to his brother. He takes another sip of his rum, needing the extra time to figure out how to explain what Emma is to him. "My roommate."

Liam lets out a chuckle as he shakes his head before he turns his head around to look at him. "You have a thing for your roommate? The badass blond girl?"

"I don't have a thing for her," he grits through his teeth. "We have an arrangement of sorts."

"Don't tell me you two are shag buddies."

"Something wrong with that?"

"No, but let's face it, little brother, you are not the type of man to casually be with a woman. You're the hopeless romantic kind of man," Liam points out as he takes another sip of his spicy rum.

"That's not true, I do indulge myself in the occasional one night stand," he replies in an indignant tone.

"That's since Milah. Before that you couldn't think of being anything but committed." At the sound of her name, he feels himself tense, reminded of the heartbreak that followed. "I know that deep down that you're still the same Killian."

Killian hums at his brother's comment. It's true, he once was the hopeless romantic and deep down he knows he still is. But he can't bring himself to let that part of him out again, afraid of what opening himself again could entail. He doesn't share his fear with his big brother since he knows already what he will tell him, that he's missing out on something wonderful and that being a coward isn't how they were raised. Because it is true, he is being a coward by fleeing any possible emotional commitment, and up until now, he has not met a woman worthy enough for him to give his heart out.

"Look little brother, the only thing I'm asking is that you don't prevent yourself from being happy with someone. If you find that girl, fight for her." Liam's hand was on his shoulder as he squeezed it.

Killian nods his head as he tells his brother that he will.

The rest of the evening goes by in a blur, as he and his brother decide to drink more than half of the bottle of rum as they start talking about trivial things and ending the evening in a drunken discussion about who knows what. Killian ends up sleeping in the guest room since he is clearly not fit to drive back home.

The next morning he wakes up with a massive headache and his mouth particularly dry. He gets up from the bed, the sheets still well tucked in the mattress. He realizes he fell asleep fully dressed on top of the comforter.

He winces when he sits at the edge of the bed, his head throbbing with pain as he reaches out for his phone that somehow managed to land on the nightstand. He looks at the time and is quite shocked when he realize that it's earlier than he thought. He manages to get up and walk towards the adjacent bathroom to try and freshen himself up.

When he leaves the room, he can smell fresh coffee being made and hears the sizzling sound of bacon being cooked on the frying pan. Killian enters the kitchen as Elsa turns around to look at him.

"You guys had a lot to drink last night?" she asks him with a smirk, knowing very well the answer to that question. If he's hungover this morning, Liam definitely went to bed in a similar or worse state and probably woke up his wife in the process.

"Pretty much," he yawns as he makes his way to a cabinet to grab a glass and then filling it with water. As he turns around to face his sister-in-law, she hands him some aspirin which he takes eagerly.

He sits down on a stool while Elsa gives him a plate with eggs, bacon and some slices of bread while Killian thanks her. She sits in front of him as they both start working on their breakfast.

"Do you two have plans for your last week of vacation?" he asks between bites.

"Not really. Mainly unpacking and relaxing before the bitter return to reality."

"Well, even though you guys would have loved to keep travelling, I'm happy to have you back." Killian smiles at her as she gives him an overwhelmed smile.

Killian really does miss them when they're abroad, especially since Liam is the only family he has left. He loves his brother so much and is more than happy that he has found his own happy ending with Elsa. She loves his brother like he deserves to be loved and she she treats him as if he is one of her siblings. He sometimes envies the life they have built together, but he then tells himself that he doesn't know how to get himself that kind of life with someone else.

When he finishes his breakfast, he helps Elsa with the dishes and thanks her once more for welcoming him for supper the night before and for letting him crash in their guest room. He doesn't get the chance to say bye to his brother since he's still sleeping off the alcohol in his own bed, but tells Elsa to say bye to Liam for him.

He arrives home early in the afternoon, the apartment empty. Killian then remembers that it's Monday and that Emma must have already left for work. He decides to head to the bathroom and take a shower to help him regain some of his senses. The bathroom smells of her, the fruity scent of her shampoo still clinging in the air and he catches himself inhaling deeply. As he steps under the tepid water, he wonders if he'll ever convince her to join him in here at some point.

Just the image of her with him, bare and wet, is enough to get him aroused. He lets the water roll down his back as he puts one of his hand on the ceramic wall of the shower, the other gripping his erection as he lazily strokes himself. It's ridiculous in a sense that he needs to relieve himself when he can have Emma whenever he wants now, but the thought of her with him in the shower is too tempting for him to do nothing about it.

After he reaches his climax, he resumes the task of cleaning himself and steps out of the shower feeling relaxed and invigorated. He steps out of the bathroom and heads to his room to grab himself some clean clothes and settles himself in front of the television. Before he knows it, he falls asleep on the couch, his body still exhausted from the excess of alcohol.

-/-

The day has been horribly long and the only thing Emma seeks is a long hot bath and then her bed. When she enters the apartment, she hears the faint sound of the television as it tells her that Killian finally came back home. She kicks her boots off, more than happy to feel her feet free from their confinement and walks towards the couch let herself fall on it next to Killian as she greets him.

His voice is hoarse (and she hates to admit that it makes him sound sexy) and looks at her with a sleepy eyes which tells her that he might have woken up from a nap not too long ago. She can't help herself but wonder where he went the night before and bites her tongue so she can keep her mouth shut. It's none of her business and he can do whatever he wants.

Emma looks at the TV as she takes one of her foot in her hands as she tries to get rid of the kinks that are lodged in her foot. She winces when she finds a particularly sore spot which catches Killian's attention.

"Want me to rub your feet for you?" he asks innocently, genuinely wanting to help her get rid of the pain.

She's tempted to say yes but a part of her tells her it's not a good idea. The thought of her feet on his lap as he gives her a massage is such a domestic image for her that it scares her.

"No, it's okay," she answers as she shakes her head. Killian raises one of his eyebrows at her questioningly.

"Are you sure? I've been told I'm very good with my hands," he tells her with a smirk and she can't help but roll her eyes at his comment.

"You don't need me to inflate that ego of yours even more. And anyways, it goes against the rules," she states.

"We never came up with a rule that forbids us to give each other massages, and in my experience it could lead to very pleasurable activities." He winks at her and in a way she's quite grateful that he's being a shameless flirt, it's easier that way.

"There's lots of things that can lead to those activities you're referring to. As for massages, it's too domestic for me and sweet, and that is one of the rules, no sweet gestures," Emma firmly tells him as he responds with a raise of his eyebrows.

"As you wish, but let me tell you that you are missing out on the best foot massage you ever experienced in your whole life." She hums at his responses as a small teasing smile makes its way to her lips.

"So where were you last night?" she suddenly blurts out and she curses herself internally for asking him that question, now sounding like a jealous girlfriend, which she was not.

"Jealous are we?" He smiles at her and she wishes he didn't look too enthusiastic at the idea of her being jealous. "Already can't keep your hands off me and want to keep me all for yourself?" he teases as the back of her hand instantly hits him on the chest.

"In your dreams. I was only asking because you usually don't stay out that late."

"Well if you really want to know I went to visit my brother who came back from his vacation with his lovely wife, and we may have indulged in too many glasses of rum." Emma feels a wave of relief course through her and she kind of hates herself for feeling that way.

"I didn't know you had a brother."

"Aye, he's a few years older than me," he nods slowly as he looks at his fingers that are fumbling with a loose thread of the blanket they use on the couch.

"Do you have more family here?" she tentatively asks even though she has a feeling he doesn't.

"No, he's all the family I have now. Well, with Elsa," he quickly adds.

"Who's Elsa?"

"She's Liam's wife. They met a few years back in cruise where he was Captain and she was a passenger on board, travelling with her sister and her fiancé. They tell me it was love at first sight and they have been together ever since. They actually got married a few months back. Their vacation was actually their honeymoon." Emma notices how he smiles, clearly very proud of his brother and senses from the way he talks about him that he looks up a lot to him, wanting to make him proud.

"He knows about our deal. Kept telling me last night that it would turn ugly." At that, Emma lets out a laugh, Killian turns his head to see her with a confused look.

"Sorry, it's just that I went to grab a coffee with my sister yesterday afternoon and she told me same thing." Killian chuckles at that.

"Our siblings seems to have so much faith in us, don't they?" Emma nods as their laughs die down a bit.

"So you have a sister? I didn't know that."

"I guess there's a lot we don't know about each other." She knows she just avoided his question, probably hoping that she'd tell him more about herself like he just did, but she can't bring herself to. It would change things between them and she doesn't want that. The distance they have between them, not knowing too much about each other, is what she likes about their relationship. No judgements.

"Do you think they are right? Our siblings?" she quickly adds when he looks at her clearly not understanding her question.

"They might, but as far as I am concerned it's none of their business. It's what we think that's more important. Do you think this will end badly?" Killian asks her, his face serious.

"No," she answers in the same serious tone as Killian, even though deep down she just hopes it won't end badly. She shoves those worries aside as she asks him the same question and he answers the same.

"Good. In that case," she starts as she straightens herself from her seat and straddles his hips, "I know of another way for you to help me unwind of this long and hard day." She presses her core on his.

Killian growls lowly as his hands grips her waist. They lock their hungry gaze on one another as he pushes his hips up making Emma yelp when she feels his erection against her.

"Bedroom?" he asks. She shakes her head as she grabs the hem of her shirt and then pulls it up. She sees his eyes look down at her breast, as he licks his lips.

"I like it here better," she says, smirking at him while her fingers grab the hem of his shirt and pull it up.

The next couple of minutes are a blur as they tear clothes off each other, their lips demanding and their hands wandering over their bodies. They disentangle themselves long enough for Emma to grab a condom before she quickly returns to his lap. She teases him as she sways her hips above him, her soaked core gliding along his length. The hands on her hips squeeze her flesh tighter when the tip of his cock slowly enters her.

Emma teases him a bit more, not fully giving him what he wants, and she can see that he's battling with himself to not snap and just take her. She notices how he bites his lips and how his breathing is now shallow, his jaw clenching whenever she gives him just a tiny bit of what he wants before taking it back.

"Do you want me?" she breaths out as she leans in to bite at his earlobe. She hears Killian exhale as he whimpers out a 'yes.'

"Then take me." It was as if Killian has only been waiting for her to give him the green light because from that moment on, Emma loses all control of the situation. But she loves it.

Killian grabs her waist and pulls her up until she is standing on her feet and abruptly turns her around. He gets up, and presses his body behind her as he bites the skin at the bottom of her neck while his hands grip her breasts. His fingers pinch her pink nipples and didn't stop until she is writhing in front of him, as she pushes her backside on his straining cock.

He suddenly grips her waist with one hand while the other goes flat on her lower back and she quickly gets the hint to lean forward. Her hands fall on the coffee table for support while she feels the head of his cock nudge her entrance.

Emma gasps when she feels him stretch her, the new position making him so much bigger. They both take a moment to breathe and Killian then slowly starts to thrust his hips until he reaches a maddening pace that leaves Emma moaning in pleasure.

"Fuck, don't stop. Right there," she yelps when he hits that perfect spot and she can feel herself reaching her climax. His hand makes its way down her front, just above where they are joined as he rubs her bundle of nerves. It only takes a few seconds for her to have her vision blinded by a sheer white light as her toes curl.

Killian follows her not long after, his hips moving erratically as he lets himself succumb to his own release. His hand caresses her back as he guides her to the couch for her to relax.

After a moment, she turns her head to look at him and she is overcome with the need to lay her head on his chest, for her fingers to absently play with the trail of hair that lays there. Emma shakes her head the moment those thoughts make their way through, knowing that those are the ones that could lead her to trouble.

"I'm going to bed," she hastily blurts out as she grabs her clothes and heads for her room, not waiting for him to answer her. As she walks down the hallway she hears a faint "Goodnight" come from the living room. She closes her door, her clothes still in her hand as she lets her head fall back on it.

She's going to need to find a way to stop those kind of thoughts from surging into her head. Otherwise she feels that her sister may be right and then this may turn out ugly. Even though that deep down, she already knows that she may be in trouble.