AN: Feel free to grin like a two year old while reading this. I did the whole time I was writing it. I wrote to my Gossip Girl playlist (I can't help it). More specifically to The Pierces (We Are Stars, Three Wishes, and Secret), Apologize by One Republic, Head Over Heels by Digital Daggers (Yes, I'm throwing in a little TVD in there), and With You by Sum 41 (which everyone knows was for the limo scene at the end of episode 7 of Gossip Girl). Not going to lie the last scene of this you can thank to the three glasses of wine I had. All the smut in this fic is dedicated to my CS life partner and beta, Haleigh, onceuponajollyroger. You may have noticed a slight change in cover art. I want to give a big thank you to Kaicchan for making such lovely cover art for this fic. She seriously makes the most amazing edits guys. I'm still so overwhelmed with the amount of feedback and support I continue to receive for this fic. You guys are so awesome and you make my job so much more fun! I hope you enjoy the next chapter!
Live Wire
Chapter Ten
Killian found himself in a cab on his way to the event that was held at the Carlyle Hotel located on Manhattan's Upper East Side. Killian forwent public transportation to avoid any unforeseen accidents that could possibly befall the costume and cost him even more money. Besides, how ridiculous would he look riding the train into the city looking like he did the day before Halloween? Killian looked down at his attire; how on earth had David been able to talk him into this?
"Killian!" David yelled from outside the curtain separating the bathroom from the rest of the apartment.
"Killian, if you don't come out in thirty seconds I'm coming in there after you dressed or not!" David warned and began counting aloud.
"5… 4… 3… Killian, get your Irish butt out here!" David commanded. Killian looked unsure of himself emerging from the bathroom dressed in the costume. David's mouth dropped.
"You look fantastic!" David gushed in a manly way.
"I look absolutely ridiculous!" Killian gestured to his get-up.
"Well that's because it's missing something…" David stepped back to study his appearance and nodded to himself as he figured out what that something was. David pulled a cylindrical object from his pants pocket and motioned for Killian to stand closer.
"No way…" Killian said backing up away from David.
"Come on, trust me."
After collecting the costume Killian and David had raided David's house for things they could use to accessorize his costume. They ended up finding a realistic looking plastic saber that he hooked onto his belt and some gaudy jewelry belonging to David's aunt who lived in Long Island. It would have to do on such short notice. Killian glanced down at the mask grasped in his ring garnished fingers that had been the last piece to his costume. The box was dropped off by courier early that afternoon the note attached read:
See you there. –E.S.
The box had been just as ornate as the black leather mask inside it. Killian's legs were shaking in anticipation. Did he look alright? Did he pick the right costume? What if he didn't recognize Emma? His mind was plagued with questions the answers far from his reach.
"Here we are sir," the driver broke his thoughts.
"Thank you," Killian said politely handing him his hard earned money and exiting the cab. Killian had been dropped off a little ways away from the building, although it could be seen from the spot he was at. Town cars and limos lined the street as people gracefully made their way inside the building for the event. Looking at the men and women in costume, he looked at his own; he deemed it appropriate enough to continue on with the night's plans. Everyone was wearing handmade couture costumes. Nothing looked cheap. His certainly hadn't been even though it had been rented. For the first time in his life Killian felt the feeling of acceptance. He blended in well with the crowd entering the building. The building in question was slightly intimidating in its own right.
"Name and invitation please," the door man requested.
"Oh right," Killian nodded reaching into his inner jacket pocket to retrieve the invitation.
"Here you are," Killian handed the card to the door man who looked down at his clip board for the corresponding name on the list.
"Killian Jones. It says you are a personal guest of the host," the man noted with a questioning eyebrow.
"That I am," Killian said with conviction.
"Ballroom A, Mr. Jones…" the man ushered him into the building, giving him back his invitation to shove back into his jacket pocket. Killian followed the other guests towards the ballroom and stopped at the doors to secure his mask to his face, the only other thing obscuring his blue eyes was the black eyeliner David had pretty much forced upon him. Here goes nothing.
Stepping into the ballroom was like walking onto another planet. Killian was in awe with everything from the golden colored velvet curtains that covered the floor to ceiling windows to the marble ballroom floor. Looking down over the balcony, he could see everything. His eyes trained in on the dancing people below him to scan the crowd for his Emma, the color purple being her only descriptor. Upon further inspection of the ballroom from his bird's eye view he could see the marble that led into a carpeted area filled with dining tables covered in the same golden color for table cloths. The ballroom was filled with noise including that of the band that was playing instrumental versions of today's top 40. The wait service passed around plates of veal and caviar, other's passed around flutes of champagne to the thirsty guests. Killian's eyes trained back onto the dance floor and there in the center right of the floor was a twirling purple figure with blonde hair, dancing with a short stout man in a black tux with a cape and top hat. Emma. Killian strode over to the top of the staircase and began his descent down to ground level, his eyes never leaving the vision in purple. The song was ending as he reached the bottom of the stairs, and he stood off to the side waiting for the music to die out. Killian watched Emma curtsey dramatically to her dance partner, very much playing the part of the fairytale princess she had selected for the evening. Killian couldn't wipe the childish grin from his lips when he finally saw Emma in all her radiant beauty. Emma was wearing a classic floor length purple ball gown with a jeweled bodice. Her hair was curled into an elegant up-do and finished off with a simple diamond encrusted tiara. His first guess was right. She was indeed a vision.
"And here I thought you were going to be playing the Prince Charming to my princess this evening," Emma addressed him formally from across the dance floor with a smile, her hands placed delicately on her hips.
"Sorry to disappoint milady," he shot her a teasing smirk before side stepping around dancers as the music started back up and making his way to Emma.
"May I have this dance?" he bowed before her in a mocking gesture befitting his character.
"I don't know if my father would allow me to dance with a pirate. What would other people say?" she played along.
"They'd probably say I was coming to whisk you away to my ship and have my wicked way with you," Killian offered with a devilish smirk and taking the last few steps that separated them from one another.
"Then they would be telling the truth," Emma admitted pulling Killian towards her by the hand, the two crashing into each other.
"Although I'd be willing to admit that the entire thing was the princess's idea," she whispered huskily into his ear, her hands went to wrap around his neck pulling him into a dance.
"You look incredible Killian. I am so glad you came," she said, her left hand falling to rest on his lower back.
"I'm glad you forgave me. I'm so sorry Emma. I was out of line when I said-" Killian began before a lilac colored gloved finger met his lips successfully silencing him.
"It's in the past," Emma chided. Killian moved to spin her out and then caught her back into his arms, a soft giggle falling from her lips.
"Where did you learn to dance?"
"I'm a man of many talents," he wiggled his eyebrows. Emma gave him a look that said as if.
"Susan taught me before my very first Jr. High dance. Said every proper man needed to know how to dance," he relented the information, a firm memory of the time played in his head. A gentle "aw" broke from Emma's lips in response.
"What you see here are the fruits of her labor. It took quite some time to get down," Killian explained with a hardy laugh.
"You thought that was good wait," Killian rested his hand on her back, his other hand firmly clasped in hers as he moved to dip her lower and snapped her back into his upper body before she slid down to plant her feet firmly back on the ground.
"That was masterful," she breathed, her lips close enough to touch his as the music faded to an end, her eyelashes fluttering as she gazed into his hypnotic blue eyes. The music once again started up, a melancholy sort of rhythm echoed around them. Killian shoved his overwhelming emotions aside and opted to just pull Emma into him for another dance wrapped in his arms before saying something he would regret later. He was always reminding himself of the casualty of their relationship.
KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE
(AN: At this stage in the chapter Killian and Emma have removed their masks.)
An hour into the party, after the band had just finished playing a particularly upbeat song, the dance having them both trying to catch their breath Killian asked, "Can I get you anything?"
"Another glass of champagne," she requested her hands waving in front of her face acting as a fan for her flushed skin.
"As you wish," he bowed, staying in character before going to find a waiter to get her a drink.
He hadn't been gone for even five minutes when he returned to find Emma being harassed by a man in a prince costume, his mask removed. Ironic. Killian marched forward towards them; Emma looked like she was being given a hard time. Killian was a few steps away from the pair when the man attempted to put his arms around Emma. Killian wasted no time moving in to save the day. Setting the glass in his hand down on the nearest table as he prepared to intervene.
"Step off Neal!" she shoved him backwards, his form falling and disrupting a nearby dancing couple.
"Come on Em- for old time's sake," Neal smiled smugly. The smile nearly making Emma sick to her stomach.
"I'm here with someone!" she refuted.
"I don't see him anywhere," Neal countered moving into Emma's personal space again.
"I believe the lady said she was here with someone," Killian stepped beside Emma to wrap a protective arm around her.
"Lady?" Neal scoffed.
"More like a tramp. Girl, can't keep her legs closed," Neal mocked, Killian could feel Emma's grasp tighten around him. She was clearly uncomfortable. How dare he.
"How long before she gave it up to you, huh?" Neal taunted in Killian's direction. Killian tried to fight out of Emma's hold on him just to be tugged back by her.
"He's not worth it," Emma pleaded with him.
"Yeah, wouldn't want to ruin that pretty face of his," Neal came at him again. Now he was just asking for it. This time Killian successfully broke free from Emma and was now staring down Neal in a blatant show of testosterone.
"Guys please," Emma attempted to shove Killian away from Neal.
"Is there a problem here children?" a greasy voice asked from behind them. All three heads turned towards the voice that belonged to none other than Robert Gold, the real estate tycoon and Neal's father. Emma began to tremble at the sight of the small man that held himself well for someone with an injury and walked with the use of a cane. He was formidable in his own respect and commanded any room like a shark on the hunt, even with half of his face covered. Killian took a few careful steps backwards retreating back to Emma.
"Well, well, well… Miss Swan. Why am I not surprised to find you stuck in the middle of all this?" his slimy voice sending shivers up Emma's spine. Emma had a difficult history with Mr. Gold. Mr. Gold was her father's biggest competitor in the business world. Their public real estate battles constantly graced the covers of respectable business magazines. It was quite a scandal when Emma became involved with Neal two years ago. Neither her father nor her step-mother approved of the match based on that fact alone.
"Mr. Gold, it's nice to see you again," Emma gulped seeking comfort in Killian's hand in hers.
"If only it were under better circumstances. I expected better from you Miss Swan," Mr. Gold sounded disappointed, his stance very commanding, a leg straddled each side of his cane.
"With all due respect sir, Emma did nothing. Neal forced himself upon Emma. I was just defending her," Killian choked out hoping for some reprieve. Emma's head bent done in shame. Killian had no idea who this man was and more importantly who he was related to.
"What exactly are you insinuating occurred between my son and Miss Swan here?" Killian's eyes widened at the revelation and in that moment realized there was nothing he could do to win.
"Miss Swan has quite the reputation. I find it very hard to believe my son would force himself upon her," Mr. Gold accused. Emma could barely hold herself up against Killian's frame under Mr. Gold's gaze. This man was a snake. A slithery, slimy, cold blooded snake. Killian looked over in Neal's direction, a shit-eating grin on his face.
"It's best you stay away from this one young man. She will most certainly get you into trouble," Mr. Gold sneered sounding disgusted to even be in Emma's presence.
"Enjoy the rest of your evening," he said gathering Neal and leaving them standing alone, dumb-founded over what had just occurred. Emma twisted her body into Killian's protective embrace, her head going into the juncture of his neck, her shoulders shaking in silent sobs. The man had basically called her a lying harlot. Killian's arms tucked around Emma's upper back in a sign of support, his lips curling into a snarl of anger as he watched Mr. Gold and Neal in the distance.
"Let's get out of here," Killian suggested making smoothing circles on her back with his hand. Emma lifted her head from the safety of his neck. Killian would give anything to be able to take away the look Emma had on her face. She had been disgraced in a public platform, treated as if she were a leper. Mr. Gold went as far to suggest she be quarantined. The thought drove him into madness. He was shaking with rage. He just wanted to get Emma out of here as fast as he possibly could, their perfect night soiled with no chance of redemption.
Killian took Emma by the hand, dragging her through the throng of people still enjoying the party. The two made a mad dash through the lobby and out the side exit where Emma's driver waited for her. Killian helped Emma into the cozy back seat of the limo and slid in next to her, the silence was suffocating.
"Where to?" the driver asked from the other side of the half open partition. Killian looked at Emma's face for a hint of an answer. She didn't budge. Should Killian take her to her house or does he take her to his? No that was a bad idea.
"Just drive please," Killian answered.
"Yes sir," the driver nodded before closing the partition up the rest of the way as the vehicle began to move.
"I'm so sorry Emma," Killian shook his head in dismay. He didn't think there was anything he could possibly do or say to make this better. At the moment he felt completely helpless. Killian heard Emma huff before her hands reached for her hair, ripping the tiara from her head and flinging it across the limo. Her hands began to claw wildly at her gorgeous up-do, successfully tearing it apart until her hair was a mess of bouncy girls. Even in this state, Killian had to admit she was still beautiful. Emma removed her silky hand gloves and pushed her hips out to work the outer part of her dress down her legs leaving her in just her petticoat. Emma struggled with the clasps holding together the bodice of her dress and turned to Killian for assistance. Killian silently obliged, moving Emma's hair to the side of her neck to begin undoing the clasps. The last article of clothing to be removed was the petticoat which she shimmied down her legs and gathered in a pool at her feet leaving Emma in a scandalous corseted number in black: black stockings connected black panties with a black garter belt. Killian's mouth dried instantly and he lost all train of thought at the sight.
"Kiss me," she demanded leaning in closer to him. She needed to feel good. More importantly she needed him to make her feel good.
"What?" Killian could barely believe what he was hearing. She was just humiliated and she wanted him to... with her?
"Killian, you want to make things better?" Emma asked. Killian nodded his head.
"Kiss me. That wasn't a request," she specified. Killian matched the remaining distance between their bodies and connected their lips. Killian placed his hand on the back of Emma's head, his fingers twisting into her wild mane of blonde curls in an attempt to control the kiss. Emma's tongue fought with his for dominance, his mouth devouring her moans.
"Emma… love…" Killian began to break away from the warm cavern of her mouth.
"I can't, darling. It wouldn't be right," he tried to explain. The last thing he expected to happen after that evening's events was for her to jump him in a pathetic attempt to erase her feelings of disgrace by using her sexuality against him. As much as he wanted her, he didn't want her like this.
"Killian, I don't even care about that. I just need to be with you," she pleaded with him with her eyes. Everything he was thinking went against his better judgment. She was emotionally unstable and wasn't thinking clearly.
"Killian… please," she begged, her body writhing on the black leather seat, caressing her body seductively to sway his decision.
"As you wish," he agreed, his body thrust against hers, his lips at her neck, his hands stroking the creamy skin of her bare thighs. Emma tossed her head back as Killian teased her neck with his mouth, her hands carding through his hair. Killian slid down her body, the leather of his outfit touching her overly heated and over sensitized skin made her grow wetter. Killian found himself on his knees before her, Emma's delicious body laid out before him like a feast for a starving man. Killian locked his arms around her legs pulling her forward to reach his mouth which he then used to blow hot air against her panty-clad cunt, her panties soaked through with her juices. Killian nuzzled his nose against the wet patch of her underwear. Emma pushed her center closer to his face in response.
"So wet Emma. What's got you all worked up sweetheart?" he continued to nuzzle her as he spoke, Emma wriggling her body to get impossibly close to the person who stood in between her and her promised relief. His dark words sent Emma into a tizzy, moans ripped from her throat. Killian's fingers hooked into the edge of her panties and encouraged Emma to lift her hips so he could remove them properly. Emma braced her hands against the seat, clawing at the leather for purchase as her panties slid down her legs. Finally free, Emma let out a sigh of reprieve.
"God, Emma," Killian said huskily the moment his fingers touched her wet entrance, the moisture gathering on his fingertips.
"Killian…" Emma groaned bucking her hips against his hand, his opposite hand shot out against her shoulder in an effort to still her movements. Killian paused his attentions to her long enough to shuck his leather trench coat from his shoulders along with the toy cutlass that was strapped to his belt; it had gotten far too warm in the back of the limo. Emma licked her lips appreciatively at the full sight of Killian's costume. Left in just his black linen shirt, red vest and tight leather pants, Killian flung his mouth onto her lap to begin drinking greedily from her dripping cunt. Killian held her steady, an arm under each of her legs pulling her closer to him as he alternated between sucking and lapping at her core, Emma thrashing above him, a hand firmly placed on the roof of the car for balance. The sensation of Killian's scruff scraping against her inner thighs was delicious as she rode his mouth. The taste of her on his tongue was euphoric, he couldn't get enough. The last kink in her armor was when he added his fingers into the mix, his mouth and tongue doing downright sinful things to her with the added addition of his thumb stimulating her bundle of nerves that was just aching to be touched. Killian felt Emma tense above him, her legs clamping around his head tightly, her orgasm washing over her. Killian hungrily lapped up her release helping her to ride out her orgasm. Emma fell back against the headrest her fingers gently moving through Killian's sweaty locks for a job well done. The sight of Killian's mouth and beard covered in her juices was nearly pornographic, pulling him towards her for a repeat battle with their mouths, tasting herself on his tongue was just the icing on the cake.
"Turn around love," Killian whispered gruffly into her ear, Emma had to bite back a feral moan as she turned around like he requested, her sweaty legs slipping and sliding against the leather of the back seat. Emma could hear the sound of the unbuckling of his belt and the slide of the leather leaving his hips. Successfully removing his pants, Killian grabbed Emma by the hip and grinded her against his growing erection, his hand moving to once again play with her clit. Emma pressed her ass against his erection, silently motivating him to continue.
"Fuck, Killian," she grunted sliding her wet crotch against his hardened length begging for stimulation, hands firmly gripping the head rest in front of her.
"Fuck me!" she moaned, pleaded for another release, the growing tension in her lower body driving her insane with need. Killian's grasp was bruising against her hip as he brought his throbbing cock to her wet entrance, his lips pressed tightly to her ear so she could hear every noise she made him make. Killian moaned appreciatively as his cock was buried deep inside her, her wet cunt gripping him so deliciously tight his eyes rolled back into his head. Emma met him thrust for thrust, her ass hitting his constricting balls every time. Emma reached around him and brought his head closer to her, pulling him into a searing kiss. Killian picked up the motion of his thrusts bringing her closer to the edge with every shove of his hips inside of her. Killian's hands went to her neck, cupping it lightly, the metal of his rings caressing her skin, propelling himself forward in search of release.
"Emma," he groaned into her ear, Emma's teeth chewing on her bottom lip to keep from moaning too loudly.
"Fuck. Killian, I'm so close," Emma keened loudly, Killian's hand around her neck moving to silence her mouth, Emma slipped his finger in between her moist lips, sucking at the digit in time with his thrusts. This sent Killian tumbling over the edge, his body slumped spilling his seed inside of her. With his body sated, he worked the hand on her hip to cup her sex to rouse the climax that she was on the brink of.
"Killian!" she screamed her sweaty hair falling against his shoulder as her orgasm hit her hard. Killian wilted forward as his thrusts slowed, working her through her release.
"You are so fucking beautiful when you come for me Emma," Killian panted into her ear, tearing one last moan from her lips. Killian pulled out swiftly disconnecting them and falling into a heap on the floor of the limo, his arms wrapped tightly around her. Emma tucked her head underneath Killian's chin trying to settle their heaving bodies.
"You're getting better," she noted with a smile on her lips, her fingers playing with the fabric of his red vest.
"I had a good teacher," he admitted placing a kiss to her sweat soaked hair.
Both Emma and Killian would later admit to never being able to look at the back seat of the limo the same way ever again.
AN: I hope you guys enjoyed it. I didn't go into great detail into Killian's costume. It's Hook's outfit with the red vest. It's very easy to conjure it in your mind. Also Emma's dress is the one from the season 3 promo pics (Snow's ball gown from "Price of Gold" in season 1). The limo sex was a nod to Gossip Girl, I couldn't not have limo sex in this fic, it was impossible. Speaking of sex. I was talking to my beta yesterday (I can't say no to her, you have her to thank for a lot of the smut that is to come) and we decided we needed one more smut scene planned so I am now taking suggestions if you have them. PM me, drop a review, however you want to get the information out there. Please be reminded that this is a high school AU and sex toys and roleplaying are a little advanced for even some adults so yeah… As always, review, don't review, make's no different to me. Although I do love reviews, it feeds the muse. To give you guys a quick update and where I am with writing, I'm on chapter 20 but have been skipping around slightly because my muse is begging me to write a certain chapter. I hope you all enjoyed the update, next one is Saturday as always! See you guys then! –Cat