A/N: Hey all, welcome to part 10 of Like You Do, also known as my ode to diner food and midnight breakfasts. Arguably one of the best parts of undergrad and definitely deserving of a moment in my story.

"So after an hour of lecture from Doctor Hopper on the psychology of relational fidelity, this guy Arthur raises his hand and calls him a liar. Like forget the fact we all read the journal articles, and forget the fact that people stay faithful to each other all the time, Doctor Hopper has thirty years of experience. Meanwhile this kid has sunglasses on and is nursing a hangover from a Sunday night." Ruby told the story with a natural flair that kept the rest of them engaged as they drank their cocoa and shared a first 'round' of pancakes.

Ruby and Gwen had started their midnight breakfast tradition sophomore year and had a routine - pancakes first, omelets second, and finally a dessert of waffles or donuts, each person's choice. Emma doubted they could have this kind of breakfast more than once a semester, but when the girls said they had it once a week she felt the first pulls of jealousy. If she ate like they did every week she'd be in the rec center hours a day.

"Wait, it wasn't Arthur King was it?" Belle asked.

"Yeah I'm pretty sure that's his last name, why?"

"He's a real mess. Last year I was walking to the library to study and found him talking to a tree. He was so high on shrooms he thought it was a wizard. He had to go to the hospital and get his stomach pumped and was out for like a week." Emma gawked not only because this guy was clearly problematic, but because she had never heard Belle gossip before tonight and this was the third time she'd heard really juicy stuff from the small brunette in one meal.

"Wow, and to think he tried to hit on me after class. He was relentless. I told him I was dating Lance and he just said 'why take a knight when you can have a king.'" Gwen rolled her eyes as she repeated his weird words in a creepy deep voice.

"Ew seriously? You should tell Lance. Between him, Graham, and the rest of the hockey team, you've got a small army at your disposal and it sounds like he needs a good punch in the face." Emma drank from her cocoa and then reached for the cinnamon that the waitress had brought adding a bit more.

"I'm not one to condone violence," Mary Margaret began, "but I'm with Emma. Sleazy guys like that are the worst. Can you pass me the cinnamon?" Emma laughed at Mary Margaret's nonchalant nature and how happy she seemed amongst the group of girls. It was a change to have such a large group of friends, but it was fun.

"Okay enough about stupid frat boys. I want answers. What really sparked Emma Swan to make not one, but four friends in under two weeks and start dating a captain of the baseball team?" Emma blushed and the oohs that echoed around the table only made it worse.

"Enough - enough, I'll tell you. Honestly it was just a normal day and then it wasn't." Emma's hand absently started playing with her hair as she thought back to that fateful night and she smiled. "I'd had my worst classes of the week and was tired, just ready for the day to be over. Then I ran into Kathryn Parker and her friends." Emma looked to Mary Margaret in a silent questioning of how much she should say but Mary Margaret took over.

"She was bashing me for being friendly with David and then Emma lied and told her that Chad Fuller was looking for her. Sent her on a wild goose chase around campus."

"Way to go, Emma. She's a nightmare. I had one of my core classes with her freshman year and she asked the professor why the first world should care about third world problems. Genuinely the worst." Emma nodded at Ruby's affirmation and then continued.

"Anyways, I went to shower, confident that the Princess and her groupies had left and I was singing, like I always do in the comfort of the empty bathroom. Next thing I know Killian is applauding me and walking into the girl's bathroom like it's no big deal. I yelled at him, assuming I'd scared him off, but a few minutes later when I got out he was waiting for me."

"That's actually hysterical. I would have decked him for walking into the bathroom like that," Ruby commented and Belle nodded in agreement.

"The thought did cross my mind, but underneath that bluster and charm is this really incredibly sweet guy. He told me he saw me, and I don't know it just dawned on me that I'd made it so hard to be seen and he still had and it had been kind of great. Now that someone saw me, I wanted more people to see me too." Mary Margaret hugged her from the side.

"Well I think we all owe Killian a huge thank you, because I love being your friend." Ruby, Gwen and Belle all readily agreed with Mary Margaret and Emma smiled a little tearfully. She responded in kind to them and then, to move them past the mushy stuff, Ruby announced that the second course was due, and they progressed through the rest of the night with more stories and devising a game plan for Belle to deal with Will.

They all decided that the next day they'd put their plan into action. At lunch, each girl had a specific assignment. Now all Emma had to do was inform Killian that their original plan needed a bit of amending. She knew she could be persuasive about it though.

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"Nothing quite like a dash of espionage to go with a picnic lunch." Emma leaned back into Killian's arms as he spoke. They currently sat spread out on a blanket across from the dining hall. She broke into the tub of pasta salad that she'd scored at a local café (the same place where their sandwiches and drinks had come from too). She passed the fork to the side of her head and watched him take a bite of it.

"Pretty cushy gig, really. We get to be the cute new couple enjoying a day date. Meanwhile Gwen and Ruby have to go interrogate the girl Scarlet was kissing."

"Will Scarlet? Are you sure he wasn't kissing Belle French? The bloke's head over heels for the girl." Emma shook her head.

"That's what I thought too, but no it was some other girl. Belle saw them and the whole point of today is to see if it was serious or not."

"I highly doubt it could be serious. I saw Will not two days ago and he managed to bring your friend Belle up not once but twice." Emma smiled at the thought.

"Well then, Belle's part should be much easier then." Emma got a text from Mary Margaret.

Headed your way.

"Go time." Just then Will walked out of the cafeteria book in hand and a look of determination in his eyes. Just when Emma was about to call out to him (somewhat awkwardly she had to admit) Killian beat her to it.

"Oi, Will!" Will looked over and waved as Killian waved him over.

"Hey Killian. Hi Emma."

"Will, be straight with me. Do you care for the lovely Belle French?" Emma nearly choked on her water and watched as Will went beat red and started fidgeting.

"We're friends. I mean, she's great but we're just friends."

"But you'd like more. Come on, Will, be honest. Do me a favor and show my girlfriend that I can spot a man in love." Will rubbed a hand along his face in embarrassment but mumbled something below his breath. "What was that? Didn't quite catch it."

"Yeah all right, I care for her. Happy?" Emma nodded vigorously.

"And there's no one else?" Will shook his head like she was crazy.

"Great. Well that was easy. You'll find her in the library. Today's the day, mate, go tell the girl how you feel." Will looked liable to run at Killian's words.

"I don't think-"

"Will, we're friends, correct?" Will nodded. "Great, well as your friend, I find it's my duty to inform you that if you don't go see the girl on the, which floor will she be on love?" Killian asked Emma.

"Second. Your usual spot."

"Right, if you're not on the second floor in ten minutes time, I will have to use the force of my team to wage an informal war on the soccer house." Will let out a barking laugh.

"Are you blackmailing me into telling my best friend that I love her?"

"Blackmailing is a strong word. Let's call it intense suggestion instead. Now if you don't mind I'd like to spend the rest of this gorgeous day with my lovely girlfriend. Scram Scarlet." Will looked completely thrown off balance but gave a goodbye and headed towards the library. It was only then that Emma punched Killian in the arm hard.

"Seriously?! It took us a long time to come up with this cool covert plan and you completely hijacked it!" Before Emma could continue with her miniature rant, his mouth was on hers and his hands were guiding her to turn around in his embrace. Her hands went to his chest and the kiss deepened. Emma completely forgot her anger from a moment ago and now felt consumed with his taste, his smell and the feel of his hands roaming about her body. She moved her hands down his stomach and reached under his shirt and felt the tide turn in her favor. He groaned, a sound of pure sexual frustration, and pulled back, running a hand through his hair.

"You're a bloody temptation, Emma." Her hand remained under his shirt near the top of his jeans and she flexed her fingers, the nail scratching him a bit.

"You tried to placate me with an admittedly really hot kiss. I was just reminding you not to start what you can't finish in the middle of the quad." She moved back up and took his bottom lip between her teeth nipping only slightly and then he was holding both her hands and looking at her with a new seriousness.

"You have a choice love. Either we return to this thoughtful spread you've provided, or I take you back to my room immediately and give you exactly what you want." The offer was tempting – so tempting – and Emma could feel herself getting wetter at the proposition, but she loved this feeling that she'd driven him crazy and could maintain the control. By setting the pace, she held him in that same captivated wanting that she always felt herself falling into. She smiled then ripped her hand away to grab her sandwich and take a bite. As he sat there huffing his breath in confusion, she handed him his.

"When you finally take me to bed, you'll need your strength." The flash in his eyes made her think for a minute that she'd pushed him too far but then he chuckled deep and throaty and a shiver of desire coursed through her. He gave her a gentle kiss on her jaw and then took a bite of his own sandwich. They sat there in companionable silence for a while, with the occasional musing about a passing person milling about them, and when lunch was done, he took her hand in his and they headed back to her dorm. She had class in an hour, and told him as much. Instead of entering her room, though, he took his hand in his and kissed the back and then the palm.

"Emma Swan, you are without a doubt the most miraculous person I've ever met." She flushed with pleasure at the words and then he took a step closer and she felt his breath on her cheek and the pleasure only grew. Her eyes flew up to his, and in them she saw only love.

"And, when I take you to bed you should know we won't be having sex." She looked at him like he had three heads and he kissed her softly. "We'll be making love. You'll be my first in that." She sighed shakily.

"You'll be my first too." He smiled, gave her one last kiss and turned down the hallway. She made to close the door but he called her again.

"Oh and love?"

"Yeah?"

"I intend to be your last as well." She stood there stunned at his words. Did he just tell her that he wanted forever? Oh my god that was terrifying right? It had been a week. Like as in one week.

It's been three years, who are you kidding? she thought to herself and then the words were flying from her mouth without her conscious thought.

"Fine, but if you're mine, then I'm yours."

"Deal." With that, he grinned and turned the corner and Emma closed the door and leaned against it once inside. She stood there a moment, lost in the fact that only Killian had this ability to knock her world off its axis and send it spinning on a different, better path.