The week seemed to drag on forever for Emma. She was so grateful that it was finally Friday. She told herself she was only excited because her exam was over and that she could have sometime to herself this weekend without worrying about her school work. But deep down Emma knew that she was mostly excited to spend time with her favorite irishman tonight. Wait what?! Where did that come from. Emma must still be delusional and overtired from her exam, there was no way Killian was her favorite anything.
Emma had nothing to wear, she had already been through six outfits and none of them were right. What the hell was wrong with her this was just drinks with her friends and brother it didn't matter what she wore. So then why is she so god damn nervous and why had she just spent the last 30 minutes going through her wardrobe. After staring in her closet for another 5 minutes Emma decided to just throw on a pair of skinny jeans, black see-through tank top and her favorite red leather jacket.
After about two hours at the bar with her friends and a several drinks later Emma excused herself to use the restrooms. One of the downfalls of drinking was that she always had to pee so much. As Emma made her way to the ladies room she realized she was stupid to be nervous. She was having an amazing time with her friends.
Emma exited the ladies room and saw Killian casually leaning against the wall in the little hallway. Jesus he looked like a freakin GQ model. "Is there any reason you are waiting outside of the ladies room? Is there something you need to tell us Killian?"
At the sound of her voice Killian's head snapped up to look at her with a grin plastered on his face. "I can promise you lass, I am all man. No need to worry about that. And besides M&M and Dave were getting sickening sweet while you were gone and I had to get away."
"I keep telling myself that I will get used to how lovey dovey they are but it's been 5 years and it still makes me nauseous." And just as Emma was finishing her sentence some girl pushed right passed her knocking her right into Killian. Suddenly Emma felt herself pressed toe to chest with Killian. Once she looked up she knew it was a mistake. His eyes grew darker and god why did he have to smell so good. Emma couldn't decide wether to look in his eyes or at his lips. Both seemed just as bad and it seemed like he was having the same dilemma. But then a door slammed and Emma jumped back. "Sorry about that. Bitch could have at least watched where she was going, or said excuse me."
Why wasn't Killian saying anything, a comment like that usually always got a reaction from Killian. After what felt like hours but was probably only a couple of seconds of Killian staring at Emma, she nodded her head towards the bar. "So I need another drink and I think I remember David saying that the next round was on him." That seemed to snap Killian out of whatever daze he was in.
"Right you are lass. I could use another drink and I'm not going to pass up on a free one." And with that they made there way to the bar and back to their friends.
After several rounds of drinks, a couple of shots and several games of pool and darts later it was clear that David was hammered.
"Hey guys I'm going to take David home now. He might seem fine now but I know him and I know that within 30 minutes he is not going to be feeling so well." Mary Margret said while pointing to David who was laughing ridiculously at something one of the bars tv's.
"Do you need help getting him home M&M? I mean I do live with the man."
"No no you guys stay here and finish your drinks, I will be just fine on my own. Plus I'm stronger than I look." Mary Margret tried to prove her strength by flexing her muscles but honestly she just looked silly doing that while wearing her bird printed dress and cardigan. Oh and Emma don't wait up for me I'm going to stay with David tonight."
"Yeah ewww that's way too much information." Emma tried to put on her most disgusted face. But honestly it was cute that they took such good care of each other. Most people would be pissed that their boyfriend or girlfriend got this drunk while they were mostly sober.
David let out another particularly loud laugh again. At what Emma still had no clue. I mean the guy was watching hockey. What could possibly be so funny. "Well on that note I better get him home. Bye guys. I had so much fun tonight, we need to do this agin soon. And text me as soon as you get home Emma."
"Yes mom." Emma said with an eye roll. It was quite comical to watch Mary Margret trying to get David to leave the bar. Then again it didn't take too much persuasion on her part taking it that David did everything she asked.
Once Mary Margret and David disappeared through the exit Killian turned back towards Emma. "Well that was quite comical to watch. What do you say to one more more round on me lass before we call it a night?"
"Well since you are buying. I mean I can't give up a free drink." Emma said while Killian motioned for the bartender to refill their drinks.
Next thing Emma knew they had finished their drinks and were exiting the bar while talking about horrendous first dates. "A couple months ago Mary Margret set me up with this guy, he was some friend of a friend, and she swore that we were going to hit it off. I mostly just agreed to it to get her off my back though. I mean he really wasn't that bad, boring but he couldn't help it. Anyways so he's walking me home and tries to do this grand romantic gesture of pulling us to a stop in the middle of the street and kissing me, and he did but it only lasted for about 5 seconds because then he ran to a garbage can to trow up because he had food poisoning."
As Emma finished her last sentence Killian started laughing hysterically. "Oh my god Swan, you were such a bad kisser you literally made the guy sick."
"Hey I'm not a bad kisser, the guy really had food poisoning!"
"Or he just was trying to be nice and didn't want to tell you that you are a horrible kisser. However you can tell yourself that it was food poisoning if it helps you sleep at night."
"I am NOT a bad kisser. In fact I'll have you know that I have been told by several men that I'm an excellent kisser."
"Well love there is only one way to really settle this argument."
Was it just Emma or did it suddenly feel like it was a thousand degrees out. And when the hell did they get this close to each other. "Oh please you couldn't handle it."
Killian swayed even closer to her. "Or perhaps you are the one who couldn't handle it."
Killian barely had time to finish his sentence when Emma grabbed him by his jacket and kissed him with everything she had. After a second of shock Killian kissed back. And man could he kiss. They stopped for a brief second to catch their breaths before going in for more. This time Killian wove one hand through her hair and the other around her waist pulling her even closer to him, if that was even possible. When he traced her lips with his tongue Emma didn't even hesitate before granting him access. After what could have been hours or minutes, Emma didn't really know, Killian pulled back a little.
"Emma….." Killian breathed out against her lips. "That was…"
And just like that the spell was broken. This was Killian. Killian Jones. The rich playboy who slept with a different girl every weekend. He was just probably doing this in hopes that she would have sex with him tonight. But then why did he have to look at her the way he was looking at her now, like this meant something to him. Like she meant something to him. No he probably looked that way every time he kissed a girl.
"A….. a one time thing. A mistake. I'm drunk you're drunk and we're not thinking clearly. And I haven't gotten laid in a while." And now she was rambling. Why did she even say that last part. God Emma just needed to shut her mouth before she said something really stupid. Something she would regret. "I'm sorry, like I said I was drunk. You don't have to worry about this ever happening again."
And with that Emma turned around and waked away from Killian with out so much as a second glance.
