They were fused at the mouth for the entire cab ride to Emma's apartment, and Killian barely even acknowledged the driver when he shoved a fistful of cash at him, more than compensating the man for the things that were going on in his backseat. Killian could barely wait for them to be inside, as soon as Emma swung the door shut behind her, he was on her. He couldn't think past wanting her. He was tired of pretending that he didn't have feelings for this woman, that the desire burning through his veins wasn't real.
Killian's mouth was ravishing hers, and he didn't stop until her back was pressed up against the door. Her moans were making his blood run hot, and it made his hands insistent and needy. He dragged her jacket off her shoulders, craving skin on skin contact. And her hands were everywhere. She tugged on his shirt until he finally stepped back and let her rip it over his head. The rational part of Killian's brain clicked off when Emma's hand grazed the front of his pants and came in contact with his erection, and the last tiny thoughts that maybe they should slow down were completely extinguished.
"Bedroom, bedroom," Emma panted the word into his ear as his mouth assaulted her neck. She stepped into him and urged him backward. They made a clumsy retreat into her bedroom, tearing at one another's clothes.
Emma nearly tumbled as she stepped out of her pants, and Killian grabbed her and tossed her onto the bed. As he quickly stripped off the rest of his clothing, Emma grabbed a condom from her bedside table and tossed it to him. As soon as he had it on, he got on the bed and grabbed her by the ankle, pulling her to him. She reared up and hooked an arm around his neck, pulling him down until his mouth met hers. The kiss was an assault of tongue and teeth, and it made Killian mad with lust. He wanted to take his time and savor her, but she was grinding beneath him, lifting her hips away from the bed and pressing against him.
Growling, he grabbed her hips and drove into her deep and hard, finding her hot and wet. Emma cried out, her nails dragging down his back. Instantly, he began moving, thrusting into her with all the pent up need from a long night of touching and wanting. She met him thrust for thrust, bringing her hips up to meet him. It was a frenzied tangle of limbs, and they rode one another past the brink of sanity.
Emma's moans were filling his ears, and all he could see was her beautiful face. "Oh, god. I'm going to come." They were the sweetest words he'd ever heard. He picked up the already frantic pace, ready to lose himself in her.
"Yeah, that's it, love. Come with me." She screamed and bit his shoulder as she came, clenching around him like a hot, velvet fist. Her pleasure was like a whirlwind, and she was bucking and writhing as it coursed through her body. It was all he needed to be pushed over the edge. With one final thrust, he emptied himself inside her and collapsed.
It took two more rounds before either of them fell asleep. Killian hadn't intended to spend the night at her place, but when he woke up in the morning with her head on his shoulder, he certainly couldn't complain—even if his arm was completely asleep. He smoothed her hair away from her face with his thumb, and then slowly trailed his fingers down over her exposed shoulder and to her breast, cupping it in his palm.
Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at him, "Well, good morning to you, too."
It wouldn't be hard to get used to seeing that face in the morning. The thought gave Killian a start. Where had that come from? When Emma rose up to straddle him, he decided it would have to be something he thought more about later.
"A marvelous morning, I'd say," Killian wrapped his hands around her waist, admiring the beautiful woman sitting astride him.
She was sliding her hands up his chest, and grinding her hips into him—and Killian thought it was a wonder that his eyes didn't roll into the back of his head when he felt her wetness sliding along the head of his erection. "How can I still want you so much? It's bordering on absurd." Emma shook her head, smiling down at him.
His heart skipped a beat, even as he moaned. "The feeling is mutual, love." Something had changed drastically between them since their phone call on Friday night. And then after the events last night, there was simply no turning back in his mind—and Killian didn't see any reason why he should want to.
Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door, followed by the sound of the lock clicking open and footsteps in Emma's foyer. "Emma?" Mary Margaret's voice traveled through the apartment. "You better be up, missy! The show starts in 30 minutes."
Emma's eyes were wide with panic, and Killian wondered what Mary Margaret was doing here.
"Oh my god. Oh my god! I totally forgot." Emma slapped her hands over her mouth, and, much to his dismay, she leapt off of his lap.
"Emma, love. What's going on?" Killian watched her as she dashed around the room, pulling on sweatpants and a shirt.
"Mary Margaret and I had plans to go to her school's showing of Peter Pan this morning. I totally forgot!"
"Emma?" Mary Margaret's voice was getting nearer.
When Killian moved to get out of bed, Emma held her hands up in front of her. "No, no. You just stay in here. It would be too weird if she knew you were here. I'll be... I'll be right back." And with that she turned and fled, closing the door behind her.
Instantly, Killian was off the bed. He tugged on the jeans he'd been wearing the night before. He could hear muffled voices coming from the main living area, and after a quick search, he remembered his shirt was somewhere near the front door. When he walked into the living room, he was greeted by two women gaping at him: one in complete shock and the other glaring at him something fierce.
"Good morning, Mary Margaret." Killian casually strolled toward the two of them, comfortable in his state of half-dress. He draped his arm around Emma's shoulder.
"Oh! Killian! I didn't realize...," Mary Margaret trailed off, pointing from him to Emma. She looked more surprised than Killian would have expected her to be, as though the sight of him in Emma's apartment in the morning was a complete mystery. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have let myself in. I just never thought you'd let—"
Emma quickly cut off her friend, "No, Mary Margaret, it's totally fine. It's my fault. I totally forgot about our plans this morning. I'm so sorry." Emma pinched him hard on the back of his hip, but Killian kept his smile firmly in place.
"Oh no, it's fine," Mary Margaret said. "David told me the two of you left together last night. I should have assumed." She had quickly recovered from her shock and was now simply grinning from ear to ear, as though she couldn't be happier about what she'd walked in on. "Well, you know, we can always go to the show next weekend."
Emma chewed on her bottom lip for a moment. "Are you sure?"
"Of course!" In fact, Mary Margaret seemed downright giddy at the thought. "And you can fill me in on everything else later." She winked.
Emma winced, and he could feel her whole body tense beside him. "Yeah, of course."
"Well, I better get going then." Mart Margaret smiled at both of them. "Good to see you, Killian. Call me, Emma!" And with that, she swept out the door.
Emma stepped out from under Killian's arm and leaned down to grab his shirt from the floor. He caught it as it hit his chest and pulled it on. "Are you going to tell me what that was about?" Killian asked.
She avoided his eyes as she walked into the kitchen and opened a cabinet. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Like bloody hell you don't." Killian laid his hand against the cabinet, swinging it shut. "Why didn't you want Mary Margaret to know I was here? And why was she so damn surprised?" Emma tugged on the cabinet a few times, and Killian kept his palm firmly against it.
"It's weird now, okay?" Emma whirled toward him, tossing her hands into the air.
"What do you mean 'weird'? Weird how?"
"It just is. I don't know what this means now or what's going on between us." Emma looked more vulnerable than he had ever seen her.
Killian shook his head. "I think it seems rather obvious what's going on."
"What are you talking about?" Emma practically shouted. "One minute, we're pretending to date, and the next we're doing things that are decidedly not pretending. I don't know what's going on, so how could you?"
He ran his tongue along his teeth, considering his words. "I'd say we're both done pretending."
Emma laughed and dragged her hands over her face. "Yeah, it seems that way."
Killian stepped toward Emma. When she didn't move away, he hoped the worst of it was over. He wrapped his arms around her and leaned down to give her a kiss. Quickly, the kiss turned from reassuring to ravenous.
"This has easily got to be the worst revenge plot of all time," Emma laughed as Killian picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist easily.
He started toward the bedroom. "Or, perhaps, the best."
It wasn't until hours later, when Killian was finally back at home, that he realized Emma had never told him why Mary Margaret would have been so surprised to see him there in the morning.