A/N: So I'm going to officially mark this as completed though their is an epilogue to come at some point but I'm not sure when, hopefully soon but I have other projects to work on. I never wanted this to be long and it felt good to end it here so there you go.
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-Shauna! xo
Emma's jade eyes opened, eye lashes fluttering as her body adapted to being awake. The pale, long fingers on her right hand twitched, curling inwards on themselves and her left hand comes up to brush against her very messy, blonde curls tangled from her sleep as she sighed contentedly, her hand folding up beneath her head afterwards to settle on her pillow-
-and wait, pillows didn't move, right?
Suddenly sitting straight upwards, she barely restrained a shriek as her fingers curled against her body, placing itself over the flushed skin of her rapidly beating heart, not expecting it.
Sighing in relief when she noticed the company, she realised it was Killian laying beside her. That's right, she'd stayed the night.
Looking around the room, Emma barely recognized the layout, not that she'd been looking around it last night. She'd been a little ahem occupied. She almost grinned at the thought. Almost.
His curtains were a dark blue colour, little anchors following on a row at the very bottom of them which trailed along the floor: wooden and dark, the tiles following on from each other in narrow lines.
Looking further around the room, she smiled: huge and bright as her teeth sparkled in the sunlight escaping from the gap in the curtains and the blinds, not turned shut. It was the room: it was just so Killian.
Speaking off-
-Killian was layed almost at the edge of the bed, she had previously taken up at least 80% of the space of the bed, drapped across his torso with her head resting on his hard, muscular chest. Oops.
A thin, white sheet was draped over him, resting just below his torso, barely leaving anything to the imagination as his morning wood made itself present.
His face was turned towards her and away from the blur of the sunlight shinning through, his dynamic features calm and relaxing in his sleeping state, his entire demeanour looking uncharacteristically boyish. His deep red lips were pulled up into a small smile, the edges creeping upwards as his eyes fluttered beneath their lids contentedly-
-well, he must be having a very good dream.
Grinning, she shook her head slightly, sighing as she relaxed against the red, fluffy pillows, her eyes falling shut once more as she pulled the sheet further upwards so that her breasts were covered up-
-Ruby, anyone, could burst through those doors at any moment, she was perfectly aware of that.
A couple of minutes later, a smile broke out across her face once again, smaller this time though, as a strong, muscular arm wrapped around her torso lightly, fingers tracing circles on her hip bone, Killian's weight shifting on the bed as he edged nearer to her, pulling her along with him as he went, the lines of their bodies now pressed tightly together.
As her head tilted right on her pillow slightly, focussing on Killian's direction, she heard a small chuckle, his hands never ceasing their movements as his head dropped down on top of hers, his lips dropping a light kiss onto her blonde hair as his own head rested their with no signs of moving any time soon.
She felt his chest rumbling before she heard the words escaping his mouth, signalling he was about to speak, "I half expected to find you gone when I woke again".
"Again?" she asked softly, well aware that wasn't the answer he was hoping for-
-as Ruby said, he could stand to be knocked down a few pegs. Egotistical Ass.
Opening her eyes at the delay in his response, she stared straight at him and frowned at the expression on his face. He seemed...
Nervous? Reserved? Unsure? Whatever it was, it was certainly unlike him. He was always so sure of himself and so easy to read. She didn't know what to do with this side of Killian Jones.
Then-
-he smirked at her, his teeth gleaming in the natural light as his hand began to travel upwards to where the edge of the sheet was, his hand coming to rest next to hers where she was gripping it tightly, her knuckles paling slightly in their efforts.
"I'd awoken a few times during the night", he started. "At which I was more than content to watch you sleep, bloody gorgeous you are, without all the added stress. You look... free".
She snorted at him. "Flattery will get you nowhere, especially when you admit to be so creepy".
She grinned though, a few seconds afterwards so the effect was ruined.
He pouted in response, his lips widening into a huge smile.
"Not flattery when it's the truth", he countered.
She snorted again, softening immediately as his left hand waved through her hair, combing the knotted, messy locks between his fingers as he gazed softly at her, shuffling further towards her on the bed, almost unconsciously as his eyes never faltered from hers.
He brushed a few curls backwards, her hair falling back from their previous place on her shoulder, exposing her neck as he leaned down to muzzle the pale skin softly, his lips brushing there slowly as his opposing hand drew patterns on the top of her right thigh that was covered by the sheet.
Emma's head tipped backward, her eyes closing instinctively as her red lips parted on a breathy sigh, her hand curling into the dark locks at the nape of Killian's neck, gripping tightly as his lips began to suck, his teeth coming into play like-
-like he was determined to leave a mark. Mark her for everyone else to see. God damn his possessive tendencies all to hell because they weren't even a thing, okay? Not officially, it wasn't like they'd agreed on a label so he had no right...
In a flash, Killian had rolled on top of her, her thighs parting automatically for his hips to slot in between, his lips crashing down of hers. Needy and rough and just right as he began a slow grind against her, their lack of clothes from the previous night making it much easier.
The white sheet curled around them as she sighed happily, lips parting on a moan as Killian took immediate advantage, tongue delving into her mouth, hers beginning a dance with his that was familiar and perfect and-
-oh. Oh.
Emma's eyes closed tightly as her head tipped further backwards, Killian delving a finger into her silky folds, his palm rubbing rhythmically against her as he grinned in response to her actions. Smug bastard.
"So", he muttered against her ear, lips circling her earlobe as his hand never stopped his movements. "Round one of the day?"
He even sounded smug: so sure of himself.
And as he added a second finger, his pace increasing as she moaned loudly, biting down on her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, Emma thought yes. That did sound good. One extraordinarily perfect round of sex sounded like the best way to start the day.
She whimpered though when he withdrew his fingers, hand coming to rest against her waist as he slammed home on the first thrust, the white sheet coming to rest over their whole bodies, acting as a halo to protect them from the outer world.
Yes. This was right. And perfect. Just everything she was looking for, everything she needed and she was perfectly content to live like this for the rest of her life.
XXX
"You're-"
"Yes".
"-together".
"Yes".
"Emma", Ruby groaned loudly, glaring at her best friend and room mate though it lacked any real anger. She was happy internally: she had been the one pushing this since like forever.
"Here we go", Emma groused, plopping herself down onto the red, two seater love sofa next to Killian who had previously sat down a few minutes previous looking especially exhausted. She knew the feeling.
Now, she probably had to endure Ruby's lecture for the next hour. Great.
Couldn't she just let her sleep? Last nights activities had left her fatigued. Well, and this morning and afternoons three rounds. Her boyfriend was pretty hot, okay?
"Emma", he groaned, turning his back to her and rooting through his tall, black refridgerator in his very large kitchen.
"What? It's totally a valid breakfast".
Okay, could he not knock it? She'd been doing fine for the past 20 years, thank you very much.
"Pop tarts do not constitute as breakfast, sweetheart".
"They totally do".
He snorted in response as he rolled his eyes, "Whatever you say, love".
Okay, he may have spent a little bit too much time around her and Ruby.
Grinning in response, she aimed to reach them out of the cupboard which was already open, huffing in relief when she saw them laying there.
"See? You have them", she smirked at his put off expression, humming to herself as she sat on the granite side, opening the pop tart happily.
"For a snack, not for an entire meal", he commented drily, picking it out of her hands and dropping it into the dark bin.
Glaring at him, she huffed, "Hey!"
"Nope", he grinned, flipping off her hands as they attempted to hit him, and moving to place the two eggs on the side, followed by separating her legs so he could duck underneath them to reach into the bottom cupboard where the frying pan was. "I'm making you a real breakfast".
"Fine".
Then-
-"are you actually sulking?"
"Stuff it, Jones!"
He finally shut up at that, twirling around to concentrate on making a true British breakfast. His words, not hers.
Grinning at his distraction, she edged off the counter quietly, careful not to make an noise, closing her eyes in relief when she landed softly on the manite flooring. Opening the cupboard once more at his back, she flashed around, closing her fingers around the box of pop tarts-
-"didn't I tell you I was going to make you a real breakfast?"
"Gah", she jumped almost three feet in the air, twisting around as Killian caught her in his arms, his boyish grin glaring down at her in response.
"Killian", she grumbled. "You can't sneak up on people like that".
At her response, he just threw her an incredulous look, causing the corners of her lips to edge up into an involuntary smile against her will.
"Okay, fine", she muttered. "You win".
He smirked at her, twisting his back so that it was against the counter and facing her sideways, he twirled the spatula in his hand, the opposing one gripping the frying pan with the eggs inside.
She huffed at him, causing a wider grin to make an appearance on is face. "Why are you staring at me?"
"I can't help it, sweetheart. You're just beautiful to look at".
Well, aint that cheasy mister?
"Well, that, and the way you're already comfortable searching through my cupboards, I'd say we've been in a relationship far longer than when it began on the previous night".
He seemed to freeze at that, staring down at her like a deer caught in headlights, causing her lips to twitch at the effort not to smile. And really?
After all that talk of making her say she was his before he'd fuck her this morning and the ridiculous amount of marks he'd left over her neck and along her collarbone and he thinks this is what would scare her off?
Well, you're certainly in for an awakening, buddy.
"That's a good thing right?" she murmured against his lips as she stepped forward, her body pressed up against every line of his as his arms wrapped tightly around her frame, holding her firmly to him.
"That's definitely a good thing. Girlfriend", he added in for extra measure and testing, smiling against her mouth as he pulled her in for a deep kiss as he let his tongue swipe out across her bottom lip.
"-and you were supposed to make him work for it, not just drop everything for him and start dating immediately".
Oh, Emma must have blanked out at the beginning of Ruby's rant as she usually did, catching a few of her last words before her best friend turned to her expectantly, glaring with her arms across her chest-
-she had soo picked that up from Ruby, damn her.
Instead of replying to her friend's question or whatever that she didin't hear, she leaned towards her, Killian's arm tightening around her shoulders and gave her Emma Swan's best innocent smile, her eye lashes fluttering as her bottom lip jutted out. "Love you, Rubs".
"Yeah, yeah".
She grinned, leaning back against Killian and resting her head against his shoulder as her eyes fluttered closed, very aware of her best friend's unamused stare on the two of them.
Then-
-"You owe me, you know".
"Pretty sure I don't owe you anything".
"Emma", she moaned.
Reopening her eyes to stare at her best friend, she narrowed her eyes. "What do you want?"
"I have a date with Victor tonight and I'll want to bring him home to ride him like a-"
-"My innocent brother ears should not have to hear this", Killian interrupted abruptly, glaring at his sister, causing a giggle to tumble out of Emma's mouth and the glare was soon focussed on hers.
She simply grinned at him, mouthing a sorry before brushing her lips against his in a barely there kiss. Hearing a grumble, she rolled her eyes and turned back around, seeing Ruby's disgruntled expression.
"Innocent ears, my ass", Ruby muttered, causing Killian to stick his tongue out at her before childishly crossing his arms over his chest.
Yeaah. There was no doubt in the world that these two were related.
"Fine", Emma murmured. "I'll get out of your hair for the night".
Ruby grinned, rushing forward to hug her, Killian swiftly moving to the furthest edge of the couch it would allow, causing her eyes to roll once more-
-she really needed to give that habit up.
Then-
-"Maybe I'll be the one riding like a-"
"Emma", came the groan from Ruby as she blasted her hands over her ears. "My bloody innocent ears..."
"Innocent, my ass", came the mocking response from Killian as he brought his arms around Emma, snuggling against her as he muzzled against her neck and placing a soft, lingering kiss there.
Drowning out the sound of their bickering, Emma sighed happily, letting her eyes close as she rested her head against Killian's shoulder as she let the bliss of darkness overtake her.
Yes. This was right. This was perfect. This was what home felt like.
Thoughts?
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