A/N: Thank you all for your wonderful responses to the last chapter and I hope you are ready for one full of CS fluff and humour.
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Chapter 10: Killer Queen
Killian flopped down into bed at around four in the morning on January first, a huge smile seemingly permanently attached to his face. After his and Emma's kiss(es) at midnight, they'd spent the next hours glued to each others sides. He felt confident now to pull her close during every dance and get lost in the feeling of their bodies moving together in time with the beat. A lot of the time he'd found himself reaching out to hold her hand, wrap an arm around her waist or pressing kisses to her hair, grinning when she blushed but burrowed further into his side. During the few moments they spent apart, he received constant claps on the backs from his mates and hugs and squeals from the girls, who apparently had been trying to get them together all along. Hell, even David's protective brother speech hadn't been enough to wipe the joy from his face. With a deep breath and a silent prayer of thanks to whichever angel was watching over him, Killian rolled over, flicked off his lamp and settled in to relive the night in his dreams.
Back in her own room, Emma too was busy burning the events of the evening into her brain. Every look, every touch, every smile would be locked away forever. Her favourite by far had been their goodnight kiss:
"I don't want you to go Swan."
"I don't either. I'd much rather stay here with you."
"Then why don't you," he said with a deliberate step towards her, so that their chests were nearly touching.
"Because I can already feel David's all seeing eye glued to us and it's sweet, but also really creepy and one hell of a mood killer."
"Aye, indeed it is. In that case I will bid you goodnight love." He leaned down to brush a kiss to her cheek, but Emma was having none of it.
At the last moment, she turned and captured his lips with her own and wrapped her arms around his waist inside his leather jacket. With a surprised grunt, Killian buried a hand in her hair to tilt her head and deepen the kiss; he liked to think of himself as an active participant. The blast of the car horn had them reluctantly slipping their tongues back into their own mouths and leaning back; it seems that the all seeing eye of David was not a huge fan of his best friend sucking on his sisters face.
Laughing, Killian pressed one last chaste kiss to Emma's lips,
"Goodnight Swan."
"Goodnight Jones."
It was the use of each others surnames that made her smile. It was something they'd always done which meant that the kiss had changed a lot of things, but their friendship wasn't one of them. Pulling the covers up and snuggling down, Emma closed her eyes and drifted off.
~E&K~
Three days later and Killian was swearing profusely as he tried to haul all of his bags across campus towards Arendelle. On his first day, Liam had kindly dropped him off at the door; but now, his brother had chosen to be a bloody prat and make him walk from the Oz building to his own dorm without any offer of assistance.
He should have just stopped to call David, Will or Robin, but pride meant he was determined to make the journey alone, and with the giant snowflake insight, he grit his teeth and struggled on...for about ten more metres.
He stopped because a familiar head of blonde hair had just exited the building, spotted him and was now running over. Dropping his bags, he opened his arms just as Emma launched into them. It was exactly like the first day of Misthaven except that this time when she wrapped her legs around his waist, she also crashed their lips together. Killian gripped the back of her thighs to keep her in place and kissed her back with a smile, marvelling how easy she seemed to find it to be with him romantically.
"Hey," she whispered after they separated.
"Hey," he replied, tilting his head up to brush their noses together.
"You two have been a thing for four days and I already want to throw up in my mouth, looking at how nauseatingly sweet you are," said Victor as he grabbed a few bags, neatly dodging Belle's elbow as it took aim at his ribs.
"Ignore him, he's just pouty because Red isn't here yet. You two are adorable don't let anyone tell you otherwise." She too then picked up a bag and headed off back to the dorms, looking over her shoulder at the couple who were now giggling, still wrapped around each other.
After a moment or two of whispering happy greetings to each other, Emma finally slid back down so that her feet were on solid ground opposed to pressed against Killian's solid ass and hoisted the rucksack onto her shoulders before offering him her hand. Killian retrieved the last case and entwined their fingers, making them arms swing slightly on the trip to his room where he started to unpack, while she lounged around on his bed chatting to him and David who was already settled. Mary Margaret eventually came over, and the four sat like old times when they'd first become friends in high school except they were all nicely paired off together. David had M&M tucked into his side and Killian was leant back against the wall with Emma sat between his legs, her back pressed to his chest. She was talking about some person or other playing absent-mindedly with his hands that were placed on the tops of her legs, not noticing that she was doing it.
David started to talk about an amazing sword fight he'd seen in a movie, which led back to the argument about archery versus duelling between him and his girlfriend. So absorbed were they, that they didn't notice the others tune out. Emma was now playing a game where she had to try and avoid her hands being captured by Killian's as they danced over her arms and stomach. His chin was rested on her shoulder and her head was tilted slightly so that their cheeks pressed against each other as they carried on their game. He eventually succeeded in ceasing her right hand and using the advantage to wrap their arms around her middle so he could pull her an inch or two closer and brush his lips against her temple.
"Ahem," came Mary Margaret's not so subtle throat clearing.
"Sorry, did you say something?" said Emma, refocusing her attentions on the other two.
"We only asked about ten times if you guys wanted to go meet the others for food downstairs. Apparently you didn't answer Regina's texts." Emma grabbed her phone from where it was placed on her left and did indeed find seven new, unanswered messages.
"Oops, guess I got a bit caught up there," she mumbled and felt Killian smile into her hair.
"Never mind," said M, as she jumped up, pulling David along with her, "I'm starved. Lets go."
The four of them left the room together and made their way to the canteen area where everyone was waiting somewhat impatiently.
"About freaking time," called Will, "I wanted to eat but Tink said it was impolite and we had to wait."
"Sorry about that," replied David with an easy grin, "The love-birds got lost in their own little world and it took about five minutes just to break them out of the haze." Emma blushed and Killian shoved David as the others all laughed and ahhed along. He picked up Emma's hand, ignoring the catcalls, and pulled her over to where the food was getting to the front of the queue. He used this position to get his vengeance. He let Emma go ahead but then moved at a ridiculously slow pace, examining everything in great detail to annoy Robin, Will, Victor and David who were all bouncing on the spot and whining at him to go faster because they were hungry. Eventually Regina came and poked him (literally) so he carried on at regular speed before returning to his Swan, who had sat smirking at the whole drama. He winked cheekily at her as she leaned across the table, "That was a good move, but nothing compared to what I've got in stall. Sit back and let me show you how the master does it."
Ten minutes later, Killian was watching Emma closely. She hadn't done anything yet but he could feel it building, knew she was luring them into a false sense of security; like a Venus fly trap, she appeared at her most innocent just before she delivered the fatal strike. And strike she did. "Hey Will," she sang across the table in a sugar sweet voice that had a few of the others tensing up. They knew that voice and that predatory smile. Death was coming, and there was no hope for any of them, "Hey Will, remember that time you cut yourself in an intimate area and you begged me for a sanitary towel because you thought they were plasters." One down. "Jefferson, how about that time you ripped Ruby's favourite bra because you thought it would be fun to try it on," Two down, "Oh and Robin I haven't told anyone about that time you got really drunk and now have a tattoo on your ass that says I'm too sexy for my pants," And another one bites the dust, "Victor, David you two have something in common; at first you both thought that the song Anaconda was about snakes." The massacre ended and the ladies let out a sigh of relief, believing they were safe. How naïve.
"Girls, I just wanted to let you know that the video of you all practising giving a strip tease and poll dancing from the night before the bands last gig is safely stored in a folder on my laptop."
Killian didn't think he'd ever been more turned on his life. His Swan was bloody sexy when she took people on. He watched as Emma leant back in her chair, surveying the destruction with a wicked grin. "I think you've all learned a valuable lesson," she announced to the table, who all shared a confused, scared and embarrassed look, "Don't mess with Captain Swan." There was a beat and then they all burst out laughing, drawing the attention of several other groups of people.
"I can't believe you didn't know what a sanitary towel was for Scarlett," howled Robin.
"Yeah well I can't believe you've got a tattoo on your arse you stupid sod," he shot back.
"I think we're all missing the most important thing," cried Ruby as she turned on Jefferson, "YOU RIPPED MY BEST BRA!" she screeched.
Emma canted her head and winked at Killian, "Told you I was the master," she said.
"That you are love, and it was bloody hot watching you work." He leant over to give her a searing kiss that made the others groan. However, Emma's menacing finger point and threat of 'there's more where that came from', shut them up rather quickly.
~E&K~
The first Friday back at Misthaven was results day. The Professors had spent most of their holidays marking the exams to return to their students as soon as possible. So far everything had gone really well and Emma was riding high on a wave of euphoria, but she knew it could be easily crushed depending on her final score. The law exam, the ridiculously hard law exam, had been eating away at her slowly but surely. She'd come out thinking she'd nailed it and the distraction of Killian being there didn't allow her to take a second to doubt it; but as days past she began to question some of her answers to the point where she'd convinced herself that'd she had failed it. Last night had been the worst, despite her friends best attempts she (and Regina) had sat quietly, nibbling on their nails, hardly contributing to the conversation. Early the next morning, Killian had wished her luck, giving her a warm hug, telling her she'd be amazing as usual. But sat waiting for her Professor to hand back her grade, Killian's comforts and supportive words, flew out the window leaving Emma wound tight as a spring, a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode. The paper was handed to her and she noticed the smile on her teachers face, it made her gut twist in anticipation as she slowly flipped it over.
She was sprinting across the quad. Many students turned to watch the blonde girl go as she dodged trash cans and groups of people. Jumping over a guy lying on the ground, Emma didn't allow her steps to falter. Results in hand, she'd first run for Regina, the two sharing their news before separating to find their respective boyfriend seeing as Robin had finally asked Gina on a real date. They had rushed off in different directions seeing as the guys were in halls on opposite sides of campus. Up ahead, she could see the engineering students milling around the building comparing their scores, but there was only one person she cared about. She spotted him at last talking to a few other guys, who she took no notice of. A crowd moved in front of her, causing her to lose sight of him for a moment so she was running full pelt, turning her head desperately until a pair of strong arms caught her.
Killian was dragged forward a few paces as she careened onwards, before skidding to a halt. Her hair was wild, her eyes bright and she'd never looked more beautiful. "Where's the fire love?" he teased. Instead of an answer she shoved a piece of paper into his face, grinning madly up at him. He tore his eyes away from her face to look at her score sheet and felt a smile of his own pull at his lips as she saw the solid black A. "YOU DID IT SWAN!" He yelled and picked her up, spinning her around once in a circle. Killian began to pull away when he remembered he didn't have to anymore and instead surged forwards to kiss her passionately. She moaned into his mouth at the fiery assault and he used the opportunity to plunder her mouth with his tongue. In reality he would have liked to have her pressed against a wall, or a table or anything solid, but that wasn't an option so they ended up swaying off balance from the force of his assault.
"Easy tiger, we've got company," she giggled as she leaned back, watching as he tried to chase her lips. "And you have another class to get to." Killian pouted and his shoulders sagged.
"You're a cruel woman Emma Swan, with your addictive kisses and come hither eyes, what is a poor lad such as myself meant to do."
Emma snorted, "Poor lad my ass. I just wanted to tell you and thank you for all that you did to support me through this and I will definitely be seeing you later to pick this up." He groaned dramatically and tried to pull her back to him, but she dodged his hands and walked off backwards, tossing him a saucy wink.
"You've met your match their Jones," said his classmate Olaf, "That girls dynamite with a laser beam." Killian smirked and watched her go,
"Yeah. She's guaranteed to blow your mind."
~E&K~
Later, Emma was wandering back to her room after a night spent chatting with her friends in the common room and a promise to go celebrating tomorrow night. She was the last to leave after she and Gina stayed up to discuss the law exam in extremely thorough detail, scaring everyone away with the difficult terminology. Approaching her door, she noticed the sock on the handle and the noises from within. "Ew gross!" she complained loudly. Seriously couldn't her brother keep it in his pants, what was she meant to do, what if they touched her stuff or decided to do it on her rug. Trying to determine whether she was scarred for life, Emma strode back down the hall to a room that she now knew had a vacant bed. She knocked on the door and was greeted by a sleepy Killian.
"Swan?" he mumbled, while he rubbed at his eyes in an adorable manner, "Are you okay? Why are you here, not that I'm not pleased to see you."
"I've been sexiled," she answered with a shudder and saw the understanding light up his face so that he stepped aside to let her in.
She kicked off her shoes and groaned in frustration, cursing her brother and friend for their active libidos, "I don't have any pyjamas! Stupid David!" she moaned and felt the urge to stamp her foot like a petulant child. Killian watched her throw her little tantrum, but soon captured her hand and used it to tug her into a quick hug. Releasing her, he brushed some hair behind her ear and then went to one of his draws to pull out something for her to wear.
"Here," he said, pressing his large university t-shirt into her arms and winking, "I promise I won't peak." To enforce his point, he turned and faced the wall. It was a true test of his strength as he listened to Emma's various clothes hitting the floor, she was a very attractive woman and damn right he wanted her in that way, but he was still a gentleman and wouldn't let his first time seeing her undressed be a perverted move.
A tap on his shoulder had him turning back and sucking in a sharp breath. Emma was standing there wearing his blue shirt and panties with nothing else. The size of the top meant it hung off one shoulder and her long legs were on display for him to take in; so much creamy skin on show he had to physically restrain himself from striding over and ravishing her against the door. She was looking at him with a knowing eyebrow raised and a small smirk playing around the corners of her mouth. He needed to get himself under control, they weren't ready for that yet, they hadn't even been on a proper date yet. Swallowing the large lump in his throat, Killian moved within range and pressed his lips lingeringly to her forehead, "Goodnight love," he whispered and forced himself to climb back into his bed.
In no way had he imagined that she would crawl in after him. God this woman was a test of his restraint. Emma lifted the covers and tucked herself under, it was a single bed so she was pressed right up against him and his body was not getting the message about sex not being on the table. Somehow, she wiggled even closer and began to kiss her way up his jaw and towards his mouth. Eventually, she captured his lips and they kissed long and hard. Her hands wandered up under the edge of his shirt to run over the plains of his stomach and scrape her nails lightly on his back. Killian groaned and shifted slightly so that he hovered over her and began to lick,kiss, suck and bite at her neck. Emma was writhing under his ministrations and pushed her hips up a little into his, making him hiss;
"Swan, I want to court you properly and have no intentions of our first night being the result of your brothers sexile, but if you don't stop doing what you're doing, things may take a very different course." As always, David was a mood killer without actually being there and Emma stopped.
"Go out with me Killian?" she said breathlessly.
"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?" he replied, canting his head and smiling adoringly down at her.
"God what are you like three hundred?"
"Three hundred and fifty if you must know."
Emma giggled, pressing her forehead against his shoulder. "Do you want to go out with me or not?"
"It would be an honour love, but I would like to be the one to plan the evening."
"Deal," she said and pushed her head off the pillow to kiss him lightly. He kissed her back, but kept it chaste, slowly rolling off her to lie on his side to her right. He wrapped one arm behind her back and tucked her into his body, with his chin on top of her head and one of her legs tucked between both of his. Emma snuggled into his warmth and brushed her lips once to his collar bone. He held onto her like she was the most precious thing in the world and it brought back old memories from high school, when he was all that she ever wanted. Three words flitted through her head, but it was too soon and she wasn't ready for that. Killian was right, they needed to go on a couple of dates before things got to that level, but she was prepared to wait. He was worth it. They were worth it.
"G'night Kil," she breathed into his chest hair and felt her breaths begin to even out as sleep claimed her.
~E&K~
"What the hell!" was the first thing to greet them the next morning. Emma looked towards the door, realising she'd rolled in the night so that her back was to Killian's chest, his arm draped over her stomach and their legs tangled. She tried to sit up, but the arm was a restriction and kept her in place.
"Dave it's not what you think," Killian pleaded as he released her and sat up himself. David noticed he was wearing a shirt and felt better because of it; of course he was happy for his sister and best friend, always knowing or hoping that they'd end up together. But in no situation did he want to walk in on the two of them after they'd experienced more amorous activities. The couple in the bed were both sat upright now and he could see that they in fact both had shirts on, even if Emma's belonged to Killian. Fixing his gaze on his sister, he noticed her thoroughly unimpressed glare.
"Killian and I didn't sleep together," she grit out, "...Well actually, we did; but not like that. And I would also like to point out that I'm only here because somebody couldn't keep it in his pants and sexiled me from my own room, so that I had no other choice than to turn to my boyfriend to offer me shelter. It was that or sleep in the hall listening to you and Mary Margaret get it on through the wall." David blushed and looked at the floor making Killian snort. Emma elbowed him in the ribs to shut him up and continued, "Now David you can do me a favour after your horribly hypocritical behaviour, and get the hell out of here."
"W-What?" her brother stammered.
"You need to be punished for your actions, so you are here by banished so that I can spend the morning making out with Killian." (mental mini fist pump from the Irishman)
"EMMA!" whined David.
"No! It's done and you must suffer the consequences. Be gone heathen!" And she threw a pillow at her brother so that he ducked out of the room.
Killian couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing. "You my Swan, are bloody brilliant. But unfortunately now have to actually thank your brother for bursting in."
"And whys that?" she asked with a gentle grin.
"Because now I get to spend my morning kissing the most beautiful woman on campus."
Emma blushed a fantastic shade of red and shoved him slightly in embarrassment, "Yeah well you're not so bad yourself."
"A compliment from Emma Swan; be still my beating heart."
"Dork," she said and shoved him back down onto the mattress, where they did end up spending the morning making out.
Author's Note: A bit shorter than previous chapters but I hope that's okay with you my dears. Please continue to write to me with your opinions, or if you have any ideas on what you'd like to happen next, I'm open to suggestions. Coming up in chapter 11: CS first date and some other stuff that I'm not sure what it is yet.
Stay beautiful lovelies :)