A/N Follower Appreciation Prompt: 'i offer you my bed to sleep in bc our respective roommates are getting it on in your room and take the sofa to sleep on only i wake up back in my bed with your tiny body wrapped around me and damn me if it isn't the cutest thing i've ever seen' au

Requested by zengoalie . I hope you enjoy this! Please let me know what you think!

This is unbeta'ed. All mistakes are mine.


Killian shook his head, hair falling into his eyes as he shoved open the glass door of Misthaven Hall. He'd meant to be back hours earlier but, when he'd come by the hall after his last class of the day, Milah had been pacing in front of the door. He'd taken one look at her and slowly backed away before she'd noticed him. He had no desire to have a run-in with his ex-girlfriend, no desire to hear the many reasons she believed they should get back together, and no desire to deal with the fall out when she eventually realized he wasn't budging on his decision. Especially, almost six months later. So, he retreated to the library instead.

Once there, he'd found a quiet little alcove, pulled out his copy of Ulysses, and settled in. He hoped that, perhaps, he could get ahead on the assigned reading for his British Lit class. It had been a bloody marvelous plan, until the novel proved to be a bit interesting. In other words, he'd lost track of time. Hence the late hour of his return and his rush to get to his dorm. His shoulder slammed into the corner as he rounded into the hallway. He hoped Scarlet was already asleep. He was in no mood to deal with his mate's behavior this late into the night. All he wanted to do was fall into his bed and sleep.

As soon as he made it around the corner, he noticed her sitting, legs crossed under her, in front of the door to his dorm room. Not that noticing her was something out of the ordinary for him. No, she was always the first thing he noticed when walking into a room. Her blonde curls flowed down her back as she leaned forward, nose in a Criminal Law textbook. Next to her sat a cup of, what he knew to be, hot chocolate and cinnamon with an open spiral notebook where she was scribbling notes. Suddenly, he wasn't so tired. No, suddenly, he was very very awake.

Emma was the other reason he'd avoided Milah earlier that evening. The coupling of their respective roommates had thrown the two of them together on more than one occasion. Over the last six months since his break up with Milah, he'd come to think of Emma as a friend, as someone he could count on, and, more specifically, as someone he most certainly had a crush on.

Since the day they had met, there had been this back and forth between them. This constant battle of who would get the upper hand. Breaking up with Milah had been the spark that had lead to something more. That is, if you could count 'more' as hanging out and flirting continuously.

The problem was, Emma had walls a mile high. She'd had a rough childhood. She'd been hurt before. Outside of their mutual group of friends, Emma didn't trust anyone. Hell, sometimes she didn't trust within their group. It made for a complicated lass. A lass who in one minute would flirt right back with him, and in the next would avoid him for days. So he stuck with being her friend, with taking cold showers every time he left her presence. It was a pain in his arse, but he was determined to let her make the first move.

Reaching her, he crouched down to balance his weight on the balls of his feet. His bookbag slipped slightly from his shoulder, so he hauled it back up and waited for her to notice him.

"I know you are there, Killian. Is there something I can help you with?" She asked, a moment later, without lifting her eyes from the textbook.

"Perhaps I should ask the same of you, love. It is my door you are camped out in front of." He bounced forward slightly, lips forming a smirk.

She turned her head, her emerald eyes meeting his. "Well, it was your roommate who required some alone time with Ruby and took over my room."

His eyes widened in shock, hand dragging through the scruff on his chin. "Bloody hell." He muttered under his breath. "Again? That's the fourth time this week, love." His eyes softened apologetically.

Her eyes rolled, annoyance setting into her features. "I know! I can't even study in peace. They're going at it like rabbits."

"Aye. Bloody ridiculous it is." Reaching out, he grabbed her notebook and hot chocolate before rising to his feet. Shoving the notebook under his arm, his free hand shot into the air to help Emma up. "Up with ya, lass. You can take my bed again. I'll sleep on the sofa. I'm not sleepin on Scarlett's sheets. Wanker never bloody washes 'em."

Emma closed her book, her eyes twinkling brightly, and reached up to intertwine their fingers. She smiled, dare he say, coyly as she rose to her feet. "Thank you, Killian. You always seem to save me from a night in the common room."

Her words were honest and he tried to ignore his heart beating rapidly in his chest at the moment they seemed to be having. "It's nothing, love. Just bein a good friend is all."

"Yeah. You're a great friend." He almost missed the way her eyes dimmed just slightly, the way her smile seemed to falter as she squeezed his hand. But as soon as she noticed his staring, she seemed to bounce back. "Open the door, Jones." She grinned, bumping her hip into his. "Your bed is calling my name."

His heart stilled in his chest. Bloody hell. Did the lass have no idea what she was doing to him? Even though it was a pretty often occurance as of late... The thought of her in his bed, of her in his sheets, of their scents mixing together, had him half hard in a second. Emma Swan was going to be the death of him, that much he was sure of. He closed his eyes, trying to rein in his treacherous body, and propelled himself forward. He was in for one hell of a long night.


He woke to the smell of cinnamon, to the smell of Emma, and he had to bite back a groan. Without opening his eyes, he took a deep a deep breath and thanked whatever deity above that he was blessed to another morning of waking up to her scent permeating his dorm room. His only complaint was that he was facing yet another morning of hiding his very obvious arousal to Emma's prying eyes. Damn his bloody dreams.

It wasn't until he felt something in front of him shift, pressing backward into his groin, that he realized something about this morning was vastly different from every other. His eyes opened in an instant and were greeted with sight of Emma's body tucked into the length of him. His chin rested just above her head, his arm slung casually across her waist, their legs tangled underneath the single blanket he'd claimed before falling asleep the night before.

It was like every dream or fantasy he'd ever had regarding Emma Swan and it was that reason alone that kept him from moving, kept him from breathing. His eyes travelled the length of her, taking in the creases in her cheeks from sleeping, the way she slept with her lips slightly open, and finally her even breathing. Bloody hell. If this were a dream, he had no interest in wakin up.

Emma shifted once more, her arse brushing in just the right place, and he bit his cheek to keep from moaning out loud. Unconsciously, his fingers began tracing patterns on her hip where her shirt had ridden up. Her hand reached down to still his fingers at her hip as she shifted into him once more. He needed to wake her up and quickly.

"Emma…" He whispered into her ear and her shoulder came up to brush him away. "Emma, love, wake up." Her hand released his fingers and swatted in his direction before she cuddled back into him. His features softened. It wasn't every day he got to witness Emma being cute by refusing to wake. If only he had a guarantee that she would not kill him if she woke in his arms, he would let her sleep.

"Emma. Wake up." He shook her body, gently.

He could feel the moment she began to wake up, her breathing increasing just slightly. Her eyes fluttered, but she did not open them. To his surprise, she didn't pull away from him immediately.

"Killian." Her voice was hoarse from sleep, but he could detect a hint of annoyance. "Go back to sleep." She cuddled back into him, pulling his arm around her waist once more. Apparently, she was not a morning person.

He blinked several time, surprise etching into his features. "Emma, love, you're on the couch with me."

"I know." She huffed into the arm she was laying on.

His eyebrows furrowed. "I am afraid I do not follow, lass. Why exactly are you on the couch with me?"

With a groan she rolled her body towards his and met his gaze. "If I explain can we please go back to sleep?" The hint of exasperation in her tone had the corner of his lips lifting.

"Aye." He nodded, his hair falling into his eyes.

"You said my name while you were sleeping last night." She shrugged her shoulders. "I realized about a week ago that I was tired of playing this game with you, this back and forth. I like you, I'm pretty sure you like me, and I don't want to run anymore. I want to try to see where this goes." She bit her lip and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

He couldn't believe what he'd just heard. He couldn't believe… His body surged forward, his lips finding hers in the process. His hands moved to cup her cheeks as body aligned itself over hers. She was bloody intoxicating. Her lips parted and he took the invitation to deepen the kiss, his hips pressing her into the couch. The noises she made were maddening. He needed more of her, he needed… Her hands moved to the nape of his neck, pulling the hair gently. His lips followed his fingertips as they made a path from her cheeks, down her neck, and across her collarbone. Her hips thrusted up to meet his and he couldn't suppress the moan any longer.

He pulled away, resting his forehead on hers in an effort to slow everything down, and met her dazed look. "You like me?" He questioned, with a goofy grin.

She giggled, her fingers brushing the hair out of his eyes. "Yes. I like you." Her hand fell back to rest on the bed. "Now, can we please go back to bed." She pleaded, her lips forming a pout.

His laugh was rich as he leaned down and pecked her lips lightly. He moved his body astride her once more and pulled her into his arms. "Aye, love. That sounds perfect."


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