This one is just bordering on M. Mentions of sexual activities. I am totally updating this from the backseat of my dad's truck as we head for vacation. This one is a tiny update. Tomorrow and Monday's should make up for that. ;)
"Are you drunk?"
Emma's not sure why she thinks to ask when his hands are gripping her ass like a lifeline and his lips are mapping out each inch of her neck.
"You've been with me all night, love. I'm sure you'd have noticed if I would've had a single drop of liquor," Killian mumbles against her skin. His head pops back up and her breath is catching at those blue eyes burning into her. "Why do you ask?"
She opens her mouth to respond, but he takes it upon himself to tug her against him using the leverage of her back pockets and she's momentarily speechless again. She clears her throat, tries to clear her mind as he nibbles her ear.
"Oh, you know, just making sure this is like, real and not because either of us are drunk because we're coworkers and just- aren't we missing a few steps in between?" When she finishes speaking, she captures her lower lip with her teeth and stifles a moan, but then Killian's face is in front of her again and he's stopped all his ministrations.
"Swan, are you asking me if we're rushing into this?" As an emphasis to his meaning, his hands squeeze her behind.
"M-maybe," she manages, but this close she can feel his erection pressing into her thigh and her hips move against him of their own accord.
"Emma, look at me," he whispers, and she realizes her eyes have closed with the distraction again. His eyes are intense, but amusement dances in the blue depths, as well. "We have been working together for over a year. In the last two weeks alone, we have gone to dinner six times. We have each paid an equal amount of times. We regularly watch movies at each other's homes, and you've fallen asleep on my shoulder more times than I care to count, and I've adored every minute because every single time I get to hold you while you sleep."
Her thoughts are pushing through a fog of lust, and Emma realizes that Killian is correct. Minus the physical acts, she and Killian have been dating for longer than she can really think. This is the final barrier standing between them, and it all started because he licked his lips when he walked her to her door. She'd gone for it without even thinking twice. They're still pressed against the wall next to her apartment door. She considers another moment before she twists a hand in the front of his shirt and pulls him away from the wall.
"Well? Are you coming inside?" she asks. That's all the prompting he needs, although his hands never move from her back pockets.
