After a few weeks of their new arrangement, both of them have entered a game of which one of them can outdo the other when it came to locations to have sex. There are days when he doesn't even get a chance to step inside the apartment and take his jacket off that he is suddenly shoved against the nearest wall, while Emma's lips are on him, her hands trying to get rid of his clothes. He doesn't mind those types of welcome, not at all, especially since he likes to greet her the same way. It's quickly spiraled down into a game of who can surprise the other in the most erotic way, a game where they both come out winners.

Their friendship luckily doesn't change that much with their recent sexual activities, which is good especially when they don't want it to change despite their benefits. They spend their evenings as they always have, drinking a few beers and watching TV shows or movies. He occasionally makes supper for her when she comes back after a long day chasing perps, but he always manages to make it look as if he hasn't prepare the food for her, but that she just happens to be getting home in time to share the meal he's making for himself. Killian knows that Emma might freak out if he tells her that he made something just for her, telling him that it's not part of their deal, no sweet gestures. He doesn't consider it an affectionate gesture, just him being a decent roommate.

Killian is in the kitchen when he hears the door unlock followed by the sound of heavy footsteps walking down the entrance hallway.

"Making grilled cheese, want some?" he yells from his spot as he takes what he needs out of the fridge.

"Do you even have to ask? When it's grilled cheese the answer is always yes," she yells back. Her voice is a bit more distant. She's probably going back to her room to shed her work clothes and jump into something more comfortable.

Two minutes later, Emma enters the kitchen wearing her sweatpants and a loose T-shirt. Her hair is now sitting on top of her head in a loose bun, a few strands of hair falling down from it, and Killian restrains himself from pushing back her blonde locks. Emma grabs two beers out of the fridge, hands him one and keeps the other for herself as she walks over the kitchen aisle and sits on one of the stools.

"Long day?" he asks her as he looks at her from the corner of his eye as he flips the cheese sandwich.

Emma's head is hidden between her crossed arms on the counter, and grunts at Killian's question.

"That awful?" he asks as he puts her grilled cheese on a plate, cutting the bread in two triangles before sliding the plate towards her. The sound of the ceramic plate scratching the counter makes her head lift.

"Yes, and no, I don't want to talk about it." Killian's hands are up in surrender as he turns back to the stove to get his own food.

"As the lady wishes," he responds, to which she only grumbles a 'shut up.'

"TV?" he proposes as he grabs his plate in one hand and his beer in the other, tilting his head towards the living room. Emma's mouth is full of grilled cheese, and she just lazily nods her head as she follows him to the couch.

They eat in silence as they watch whatever is on, Killian sensing that she needs her space. When Emma is done eating, she deposits her plate on the coffee table and leans back on the couch, clutching her stomach as she winces.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, it's just cramps." Killian eyebrows furrow in concern to which Emma quickly tries to ease his worries when she notices the look on his face. "My period, you idiot."

"Oh," he replies simply, really not knowing what to say or do.

Emma eyes drift back to the TV, an occasional grimace spreading on her face. They stay in silence for most of the evening, and without even noticing it, Killian realises that Emma was now sitting a tad closer to him. Eventually, her eyes close and she leans over him. Her breathing is already deep and shallow as soon as her head touches his lap, and it's impossible for him to keep his hands to himself, his fingers caressing her forehead and pushing back a few strands of hair.

In that moment, that's when it hits him: just how beautiful Emma is even after a long day. He always thought she was gorgeous, but it was as if he just noticed something different, something more to her, as if suddenly someone turned on the light on her, putting her in the spotlight and showing him how wonderful Emma Swan is.

He curses himself as he realises that he may have just fucked up their pact, as it dawns on him that he may have feelings for her, big ones that involves three little words that are guaranteed the scare the shit out of her. Killian knew that he had feelings for her when this arrangement between them began, but he had thought much of them, figuring that maybe if his physical needs were sated, the rest would go away, take the need out of his system. It clearly hasn't.

He lets out a sigh as he watches her sleep peacefully on his lap. He deftly manages to get up from his spot without waking her, depositing her head on the couch pillow. He would have loved to take her in his arms and take her to her bed, but he knows how she'll react the next morning. She'll be mad at him and recite him their rules all over again. And he also knows that if he brings her to her bed, he won't be able to resist and lie down beside her and wrap his arms around her.

He crouches in front of the couch, unable to stop caressing her soft yellow locks. He gives her a soft peck on the forehead, the touch making her move slightly in her sleep.

Killian goes to bed as he wonders what to do now. He knows that he needs to do something, either tell her how he feels (which he already has an inkling on how that would go) or stop whatever is going on between them before he hurts himself too badly. He falls asleep as he ponders over his dilemma, still not knowing what to do.

-/-

Emma wakes up with a start, and quickly notices that she isn't in her bed. Panic suddenly flows over as she wonders if she fell asleep in Killian's bed, which was something they had said no to. She sits up, and lets out a sigh of relief when she sees that she's actually in the living room. She rubs her eyes to help her wake up and gets up so she can go freshen up in the bathroom. As she walks towards the bathroom, she hears Killian in the kitchen, probably making himself breakfast.

She stops for a second and greets him as she asks him if he can make her some coffee to which Killian nods. Emma heads to the bathroom to clean herself and makes a stop in her room so she can change clothes before going to the kitchen. She thanks Killian for the coffee and enjoys the first sip of her warm drink.

Just as she sits on one of the stools, Killian bids her goodbye and leaves for work without so much of a glance towards her. Emma's eyebrows furrows as she asks herself if she said or did something for him to be so distant with her all of a sudden. She really doesn't remember saying or doing anything to offend him and tries to forget about their morning incident throughout her day and almost manages to do so.

The week goes by and Killian still acts the same way, when he's even home. He seems to be busier than usual and Emma tries her best not to take it personally. But it's hard to do when she realises how much place he had taken in her daily routine. She wants to talk to him, ask him what's wrong, if she did something to offend him or if he was just having a tough week at work.

Emma finds him in the living room with a book in his hands, and she sees it as an opportunity to ask him if he's okay. She takes a deep breath before joining him on the couch as he lifts his head only to watch her sit down and then look back to his book. Her eyes stay fixed on him and she knows she's staring but she doesn't know how to ask why he's been distant and suddenly she feels like a worried girlfriend. She wants to leave and forget about the fact that she wants to ask him why he's been acting this way lately but it's too late. Killian catches her staring at him and deposits his book on his lap and looks back at her.

"Are you okay, Swan?" She looks at him as her mouth opens and closes as she tries to find a way to get out of the situation she put herself in.

Her phones starts ringing and her eyes quickly darts down to her hands where she can see on the caller ID that her sister is calling her. She silently thanks Mary Margaret for interrupting her in this very moment. Emma smiles awkwardly at Killian as she gets up and answers the call.

"Hey sis!" she greets Mary Margaret a bit too enthusiastically.

"Um, are you okay Emma?" She closes her eyes as she inwardly curses herself for letting her nerves get the best of her.

"Yeah. So what's up?" Emma asks as she walks out of the room.

"I was wondering if you wanting to go out for drinks tonight?" Her eyebrows furrow at her sister's invitation. It's very unlike her to go out for a drink on whim especially during the week. If Mary Margaret feels like going out in such a short notice, Ema knows that it must be important, either good or bad, and she can't say no.

That's how she ends up at the local pub with a beer in hand while she waits on her sister. She doesn't know if she should be grateful that Mary Margaret interrupted whatever she was going to say to Killian. She had wanted to talk to him, she really had, but the moment he looked at her she felt as if all of original worries and thoughts vanished from her brain. She'd kept thinking as she stood frozen under his gaze that she was making too much of a deal about Killian being more distant than usual, that talking about it would make her look like a worried girlfriend, which she is definitely not (that's what she keeps telling herself).

Emma takes another sip of her beer as Mary Margaret finally shows up with huge grin on her face, which is a good change from the last few times she saw her. They greet each other with their usual hug and Mary Margaret sits next to her.

"How are you?" she asks with way too much enthusiasm for such a dull and courtesy question.

"I'm doing fine, but clearly not as much as you. Care to tell me what's got you smiling that much?" Her sister suddenly pretends not to know what she's talking about to which she answers with a 'stop bullshitting me' look.

"Ugh, fine," she sighs as she then sits a bit more straighter on her chair. "I wanted to tell you after a drink or two but what the hell." She smiles broadly at Emma and she can tell that her sister clearly is excited with the news she's about to announce. "I'm getting married!" she shrieks, unable to contain her joy.

Emma's eyes widen as her mouth drops open, a bit shocked by her big sister's news.

"How...what...that's great! But how? I mean I thought things with David were a bit rocky lately?"

"I know, I was surprised too when he popped the question last night. The thing is, he was nervous that I would find out his plans of asking me to marry him, so he was trying so hard to appear distant about the subject and just normal. But you know David, acting isn't his strong suit." Mary Margaret and Emma both laugh knowing that David was a terrible liar (just like her sister) and actor.

"Wow," Emma finally says as she looks up at her sister's expectant look.

"I also wanted to ask you if you wanted to be my maid of honor. I know you aren't that into weddings and all that lovey-dovey stuff but I want my sister and best friend next to me."

Emma smiles at her sister as she grabs her hands in hers, eyes getting teary. "Of course I will, you know I'll do anything for you."

They hug each other as tears finally rolls down both their cheeks, and they can hear the other sniffle as they lean back.

"Well then, let's celebrate!" cheers Emma.

Emma spends most of the evening listening to her sister talk about the upcoming wedding, ideas of themes she would love to have (fairytales being the recurrent one), original ideas for the reception, what she is willing to spend on a dress, what color the bridesmaid dresses should be and so on. She mostly listens to Mary Margaret talk, knowing it's her moment and a pretty big one. When her sister asks her how things are going with Killian, she almost chokes on her beer. She wasn't expecting their conversation to reach the subject of her roommate.

"Um, it's going okay," she manages to say, her voice a bit hoarse due to her choking.

"You sure about that?" Mary Margaret doesn't seem to believe her, and the worst is that she doesn't even believe it herself. This past week has only managed to confuse her.

"Yeah. I mean we are both quite busy lately so we haven't had the occasion to be as intimate as we normally are, but if you're wondering if this thing is still working, it is." Her sister looks at her with a disbelieving look, and she can't blame her. She only hopes that she isn't going to push the matter any further.

"Is he going to be your plus one at the wedding?"

"Maybe, I mean I just found out you're getting married! Who knows, maybe I'll meet a guy that I actually want to date and bring him along." Emma's being defensive and she knows it and she hates the way Mary Margaret is looking at her, a look that tells her that she doesn't believe what she's saying.

"We both know that's not true. Even if you do find a guy you actually like, you are never going to bring him to an important event where he might meet your family, that's just who you are and that's okay. Knowing you, you'll bring Killian because he's safe, he isn't someone important to you, he's dispensable." She wants to tell her sister that it's not true, that Killian is someone important, that he's her friend. But she decides it's better not to say anything, sensing that Mary Margaret is trying to bait her to get her to reveal her feelings for Killian (which she has none apart from friendship).

"Or maybe I won't bring anyone and find myself someone to share the evening with at the wedding," she says, hoping to end the matter of her roommate. Her sister lets out an exasperated sigh at her comment, and both decide to order a last round of drinks before calling it a night.

Emma walks back home a tad tipsy, unable to stop thinking about the night's discussions. The apartment is pitch black when she enters, a faint sound coming out of Killian's bedroom. She kicks off her boots and walks toward the hallway and stops in front of his door. It isn't closed shut, and she can see that there is the light of his computer illuminating his dark bedroom. She tentatively pushes the door open and is welcomed with the sight of Killian sleeping while his computer keeps playing the show he was watching.

She enters his room, not entirely sure why, but her feet lead her further in and she can't bring herself to care. Her lips curve slightly when she sees how peaceful and young he looks in his sleep. Her fingers are caressing his cheek before she can register what she's doing, his stubble scratching the tip of fingers, and she realises how much she missed touching him this past week. Her hand trails down his throat and chest, relishing the feel of his chest hair brushing her palm. She gulps when her fingertips reach his navel, itching to bury her hand beneath his boxers.

Her breathing picks up the pace as she licks her lips. She sits at the edge of his bed as she palms him through his boxers, his cock twitching the moment she touches him. She blames the alcohol for making her this bold, to come into his room and touch him while he sleeps. She would never do that if she were sober and she would be ashamed for acting this way, but right now she can't bring herself to care when she sees how her touches affects him. His eyebrows furrow in his sleep, his lips part just a bit, and his chest starts to rise as his breathing gets heavier.

It doesn't take long for him to be hard under her touch, and she doesn't waste time in pushing the fabric down so she can finally touch him properly. Her lips are on him before she knows it and she can't help herself but hum when she tastes his tangy flesh. She takes him deep in her mouth as her tongue caresses his length and and darts her eyes up to look at him still asleep. She's curling her hand at the base of him when suddenly she feels him grasp a fistful of her hair and let out a moan that sounds like her name.

"Fuck," he says breathlessly as his hips raise. Emma smiles at him as she looks at his confused and aroused expression. "What are you doing Emma?"

Instead of replying, she lifts herself up from the bed and tears her clothes off, her body hot, the need to feel his skin on hers growing more and more desperate. She straddles his hips once she's naked, and they both gasp when her wet core comes in contact with his cock. His hands instantly move to her hips and slowly make their up until they reach her breasts. She takes his hands and pins them above his head as she leans forward and kisses him senseless.

"Don't talk," she whispers as she starts to move her hips above him, one hand on his wrists to keep him from moving and the other grasping his length to align him with her entrance.

A loud moan escapes her lips when he's fully inside her and she should feel embarrassed with all this, coming to his room and waking him up with her lips on his cock, but it feels too damn good to think about consequences right now. She keeps kissing him as she rides him, sucking his bottom lip in her mouth. She can feel herself slowly reach her peak, and she leans back as she moves his hands to her breast. Killian doesn't waste time in fondling her chest, twisting and pinching her nipples while she moves a hand down where they are joined. Her hips move faster as she nears her climax and she can hear Killian groan and moan as she does so. He suddenly leans forward, one arm curling around her waist while one hand comes to cup her cheek as he kisses her. He moves his lips to her neck, sucking her flesh as she lets out a silent cry when her orgasm crushes her.

The movement of her hips slow down as she rides the waves of her release as Killian keeps peppering her shoulder with kisses. Before she can come down from her high, he moves them so she's on her back and raises her hands above her head as he gives her the same treatment she gave him. He keeps his hands on her wrists while he thrusts into her at a fast pace, his hot breath fanning over her neck. He kisses her hard as hips moves erratically before stilling as he groans into her mouth.

They remain still for a moment as they try to regain their composure. Killian manages after a while to push himself off her and lay down on his back next to her. Emma's breathing is still uneven as she turns to look at him as his eyes are fixed on the ceiling. He must have sensed her gaze on him as he quickly turns his head around to look at her. They look at each other, and she can tell that he's still trying to understand what the hell just happened She would be lying if she wasn't asking herself the same question but she doesn't want to linger on the matter. She scoots next to him, laying her head on his chest with her arm on his stomach. Killian's body goes stiff at her gesture but quickly relaxes as he then starts to caress her hair.

Emma can feel herself drifting to sleep and she tells herself that she should get up, grab her clothes and sleep in her own bed. She tries to motivate herself to do so but she finds herself relishing on Killian's soft caresses.

Maybe just this once, she tells herself before closing her eyes and falling asleep.


Sorry for taking most of the summer to update this story, a mix of writer's block and busy summer has made it quite difficult to write! I hope you liked this chapter (I am actually nervous posting this, scared that it sucks even though my lovely beta Phiralovesloki says it doesn't).

As for the story, I know Emma can't be frustrating when it comes to admit feelings, she'll get there very soon, I promise!

Thanks for reading!

Caro xxxxxxx