"..ugh..."

Killian awoke to the sound of moaning, and not the good kind, and was immediately worried. Has something happened to Emma? Killian looked next to him at his Swan and she seemed okay. If it's not Emma, then whose...NEAL! Killian jumped up at that thought. Holy shit. How in the hell could we forget about Neal?

"Emma, love, wake up."

"noo... 's too early."

"Emma, it Neal, he's-"

"HOLY SHIT WE FORGOT ABOUT NEAL" Killian giggled, yes giggled, at Emma.

"Yes, love, we forgot about him. We were kinda, uh, distracted." Killian wiggled his eyebrows and smirked. Emma smiled back, unable to resist his "devilishly handsome looks," as Killian liked to say.They quickly got up, dressed, and went over to where their unwelcome guest lay on the floor, still passed out but quickly coming back to the conscious world.

"Damn, Killian, you really knocked him out."

"Nothing I wouldn't do again, love." He smiled at her and pulled her close, kissing her forehead. "So, what should we do with him?"

"What...what the hell..?"

"Love, it seems our guest is waking. Perhaps we should just kick him out, seeing as he is intruding.."

"Killian, I love you, but we cannot do that. He might be hurt. We should take him to the hospital." Killian smirked at the thought of Neal being hurt, but then his smiled faded into a frown when he realized Emma wanted to help Neal. Sure, he knew that Neal could be hurt. Hell, he deserved it after all he did to Emma. But she was right, just because Killian was pissed at the man-no boy-doesn't mean he deserved to suffer.

"As you wish." Killian pulled her close again and kissed her before releasing her and grabbing his keys. "Alright, love, I may need some assistance. As strong, and devilishly handsome, as I am, I cannot open the door with this bloody waste of space in my arms." Emma smirked at him, kissed his nose, and opened the front door. Killian lifted Neal up bridal style and walked him out to his car.

After dropping off Neal at the hospital, saying he had been drinking and fell, Emma and Killian headed back to Emma's place.

"So, now that 'bloody waste of space' is gone," Emma did her best impression of Killian she could, but Killian just laughed. Her impressions of him were always horrible, but he loved it nonetheless. "I think we should get ready for class, Professor Jones. Wouldn't want to make you late." Emma winked at Killian.

"Aye, love. You're right, but just so you know, I'd much rather stay here, in bed, with you." Killian pulled Emma close and kissed her passionately.

"Honestly, I'd much prefer that option, but I've missed too many classes. Gotta catch up." She kissed Killian again, before pulling back and headed towards her room.

"Tell you what, love. I'll run to my place really quick, change, and I'll take us to school."

"No matter how tempting that offer is, you know we can't be seen together, Killian. You're still my Professor and I wouldn't want anything to happen to your career. I'll just walk, it isn't too far. I usually walk anyway." Killian tried not to seem too disappointed. Emma, of course, was right. He knew they couldn't be a thing out in public, but gods, he just wanted to hold her every second of every day. He wanted to show the world that Emma Swan was his and he hers. He wanted to show everyone just how much he loved her. But, unfortunately for him, he couldn't. Not yet, anyway. Killian sighed, told Emma she was right, and that he'd see her soon.

"Okay class, today you're going to spend class time reading Shakespeare and we will discuss what you have read later on." Killian quickly glanced at Emma, gave her a small smile, and took his seat behind his desk. Not 5 minutes later his phone, which was sitting on his desk, vibrated, alerting him that someone had texted him.

Emma: Sorry, Professor, but I just can't concentrate. ;)

Killian looked up to Emma, who just smiled at him and looked back down at her textbook.

Killian: Miss Swan, surely you should be doing your work and not focusing on your phone? Maybe then you could concentrate.

He didn't mean for the message to sound as harsh as it looked, so he added an emoji with its tongue sticking out and waited for her reply. He knew they shouldn't be texting, anyone peering over her shoulder could see her messages, but he didn't care. He hadn't talked to Emma since he left her place that morning and he missed her. Killian was pulled from his thoughts by another text.

Emma: It's not my phone that is distracting me, Professor. ;)

Killian: Oh? Then what is, love?

Emma: Oh surely you must know, Professor Jones.

Killian: Sorry, love. I am totally clueless.

Emma: It's you, Killian. I want you. So badly. I cannot concentrate on whatever it is Shakespeare is saying. All I can think about it your hard cock, filling me up so deep. You have no idea how wet I am right now. ;)

Killian gasped, not really caring if anyone heard. He looked up at Emma, who was staring at him and chewing on her bottom lip.

Killian: You are such a wanton thing you little minx. Making your professor hard at his desk but can't do a damn thing about it. Gods, Emma, I am so bloody hard already. I want you so bad. I want to bend you over this desk and fuck you until you scream my name. Fuck, Emma, I want you.

He watched as Emma read the text, watching her eyes darken with lust.

Emma: Fuck, Killian. I am so wet right now. I need you in me. I'll go to the bathroom right down the hall, call you with an emergency so you step out of the class, and come meet me, okay? ;)

Killian: Sounds like a good plan, love. Hurry. I need to be inside you as soon as possible.

"Professor Jones?"

"Yes, Emma?" He tried to make his voice sound as normal as possible, but that was hard considering how turned on he was. Bloody minx.

"May I use the restroom?" She winked at him.

"Of course, Emma." Emma got up, walked towards the door, but before opening it, she whispered to him.

"I'll be waiting." She smiled at him and walked out the door, closing it softly. Not a minute later, he got an "emergency" phone call.

"If you will excuse me, class. I have an emergency call. I'll be right back." Killian stepped out of the class, phone in hand, and rushed to the bathroom where Emma was waiting.

Hi everyone, terrible place to leave off, I know. Don't hate me! But thats why they are called cliffhangers, right? Anyways I wanted to thank the anon for pointing out last chapter about Neal. Truth be told, I had forgotten about him, but I hope the beginning of this chapter makes up for it? And yes, I know that Emma and Killian probably wouldn't have been able to just leave Neal at the hospital the way they did without questions being asked. But this is a story, and that how I chose to end Neal's involvement. For now, anyway. Last thing, terribly sorry for such a long time between postings. Ive been really sick recently and had finals and working and all that. Life got in the way. I'm hoping I'll have time to write a few more chapters before I go back to University in two weeks. Hopefully I will at least have rough drafts ready so I can edit and post when I get time. I am so grateful for all your patience! I really appreciate it! And as always, I love reading yalls reviews! Let me know what y'all think!