Killian sat up in his head, looking at the clock, which seemed to stand still. What have you done to me Swan, He thought. He had been married, he had had a million one night stands, and yet he had never felt like this before. She was different. He wanted to hate her for kissing Neal, for abandoning him but he didn't, he had known his past would come out just not like this. But none of that mattered now as long as she was here and that she knew how he felt about her. Did she know? He wondered, the clock read midnight and he groaned knowing he'd have to wait hours to see her. "God Swan, the things I do for you," He said to himself, shaking his head and looking out the window where rain was starting to fall. "What a damn cliché."

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Emma lay in her bed, staring at the window, where rain was starting to fall hard against the glass. She pulled up the photos of Killian she had looked at and ripped them up, each one making a satisfying rip as she pulled the paper apart. She knew that wasn't the Killian she knew. She just felt it.

She threw the scraps of paper into the trash can with a not so satisfying tap as they hit the bottom. 1 am, she read the clock, groaning internally and flopping so her face was meshed into the pillow. What was one more night of sneaking out? She asked herself, a devilish smile appearing on her lips. Yes Mary Margaret would probably put bars on her windows after this, but did they really expect her to just stay inside?

Pushing off the bed, Emma slipped on some jeans and a v-neck, making sure to fix her hair so the bottoms curled gracefully around her shoulders and down her back. Eh, a little make-up couldn't hurt, Emma shrugged, pulling out some mascara and eyeliner to make her eyes pop. She stood back, deeming herself sexy as fuck tonight, and made her way to the door.

Her bedroom door creaked open, and Emma peared out into the hallway. There was no sign of life, and she could hear someone breathing soundly in their room. She relaxed a little. Creeping quietly down the stairs, she let out a breath she didn't even realize she was holding. "Alright," She said to herself, running to the front door.

"Hold it," David said. Emma jumped and turned around, trying to find him in the dark. He was sitting on the couch his arms folded in front of his chest, two cups of how cocoa with cinnamon sitting in front of him.

"So you knew I was coming, huh?" Emma guessed, plopping on the couch next to her dad.

"Spare me," He joked, holding out one of the mugs. Emma took it, wrapping her fingers around the cup and bringing it to her lips. "Mm, cinnamon," She whispered, closing her eyes. Her father always made the best hot cocoa.

"So… Where are you off to now?" David asked, eyebrows raised in pure curiousity. Emma had sat down earlier and told her parents the whole story, about Neal trying to trick her, about him barging in on Killian and threatening to go to the cops, about Regina threatening Neal's life, and eventually about the satisfying sound of bone meeting bone as Emma broke his nose. Mary Margaret had gasped at Emma in disapproval, while David tried to hide his own bruising knuckles, giving Emma a little nod of approval.

"I need to see him, dad," Emma said, after a couple seconds of silence. He nodded. "I know," He responded, smiling at his daughter and sipping carelessly, his arm lying over her shoulders and she leaned in to him as a response.

"I don't know if you do… Or if anyone does… I know he lied, I know he did all of these horrible things but I don't care! I tried to! I told myself to get out, I told myself Neal was the right option but that is just crap! I am not a savior, I'm just a criminal with a soft spot," Emma explained, staring up at her father who stayed quiet, listening to her ramble.

"You're not a criminal. Neither is he. You are just people with pasts just like the rest of us," Her dad smiled at her, "Look at your mother, she literally hit me in the face with a rock and robbed me blind, and here she is carrying my second child while I hold my first one sipping hot chocolate in a cottage in Maine," He laughed, looking around at the quaint room like even he couldn't understand. He shrugged, "People change, things change. You can't keep looking back when you're trying to move forward."

Emma looked up at him. It was probably one of the best advice she had ever gotten and she nodded in understanding. "Thanks dad," She whispered, a genuine smile across her face.

"Whatever you need princess," He smiled back. Emma held back from rolling her eyes, instead giving him a look of disapproval, which he ignored.

"So what are you waiting for?" David asked, setting his mug down on the table and moving to stand up.

"What?" Emma asked, confused, "Are you letting me go?"

"Noo, no, you're mother would kill me," David shook his head, "which is why I have just decided that it's time for me to go to bed, knowing my daughter is upstairs in bed and whatever happens, happens." He gave her a little wink and she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Thank you," She whispered.

"Go," He whispered back, hugging her in return and then pushing her towards the door as he made his way upstairs.

"You let her go, didn't you?" Mary Margaret whispered in the dark when David creaked open the door.

"Yeah," He whispered back, crawling into bed with her and holding her close. He felt her shake her head but a little laugh escaped her lips.

"You are so dead in the morning," Mary Margaret whispered, giving David a little kiss on the nose and nuzzling into his arm.

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Emma went to jump in her bug, realizing David had picked her up in his car and let hers downtown. She sighed, the rain was coming down harder but she barely felt it. She started running down the street. Her boots hitting the pavement and her head pounding but she was smiling the whole time. I'm coming Killian, She thought.

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Killian raised his head up, staring at the clock. His boots were on, a pair of tight jeans around his legs hanging low on his hips, a leather jacket around his shoulders. He looked like a mess, but he honestly didn't give two shits at this moment.

Walking over to the desk, he pulled out the pictures of Milah and Liam and he smiled at them, realizing they were smiling back. It was time to move on, He thought, pushing them back into the drawer and running for the door.

It was downpouring outside and he could barely see 3 feet in front of him. "Damnit, Swan!" He cursed the clouds above him but made a run for it, hearing his feet fall into puddles, his white shirt sticking wet to his abdomen, he tossed off his jacket. He'd find it later he decided, moving swiftly down the street in the direction of her cottage.

BAM!

"Ow!" A female screamed, toppling over Killian in the dark.

"Bloody hell," Killian yelled, looking around to see where she had came from, "let me help you up, love." He reached his hand down but she swiped it away.

"No thanks, I can get up on my own," the voice taunted. Killian rolled his eyes.

"What the hell, Swan!" He yelled, laughing, pushing his hands into his hair.

"What are you doing out here?!" She yelled, getting to her feet, her shirt soaked to the bone.

"I could ask the same for you!" He screamed back, stepping towards her.

"I… I… ," She fumbled for the words. She hadn't thought about what she was going to say once she got here. His eyes were big and bright even in the dark she could make out his piercing glare, his dark stubble lining his face, the way his shirt clung to his body.

"Listen to me, Swan. I don't run outside in the rain for anybody! I don't love! I don't feel like.. this, savvy?" He gave her a look, turning his head away from her.

"Then why are you out here?!" She asked, honest curiousity crossing her face.

"Because… You drive me mad, Emma! You… You…" He had lost his train of thought. She was walking towards him, her hips swaying as she walked, her hair hanging wet around her face.

"You're falling for me," She finished his train of thought.

"Yes," He breathed, moving his hands to her hips and pulling her closer.

"You drive me crazy," She said in return, her eyes finding his and she looked down at his lips.

"Admit it," He whispered, pushing his face a little closer to hers, so their lips were almost touching, her breasts against his clinging shirt, his legs between her legs.

"I'm falling for you," She whispered back. He pulled her that half an inch closer, his lips meeting hers. That electric jolt springing through his heart and he knew she felt it too. He felt her arms around his neck. His tongue met hers in a wanting embrace and she bit his lip. He groaned in desire, staring into those Hazel eyes. "Emma…" He breathed, holding on tight to her waist, pushing his crotch into hers. She kissed his neck softly, and down his collarbone, her fingers trailing down his chest.

"Fuck it," Killian growled, lifting her into his arms, "I need you." Emma laughed as he carried her through the backdoor of Granny's and upstairs to his bed. They were soaked, hair sticking to their faces, their clothes hanging tightly around their bodies. He ripped off her jacket, tossing it on to the floor and pushing her down on the bed.

She gave him a devilish grin, kicking off her boots. He couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't take her anymore. "You are so beautiful," He whispered, running his hands through her hair, pushing it out of her face.

"You're not so bad yourself, captain," Her eyes trailing down his body as he ripped off his shirt, letting it hit the floor where her own soon followed.

She pushed her hand down his pants and he gave a satisfying groan. "I need you, too," She whispered, letting his hands run down her body. He stopped at her jeans, raising his eyebrows at her. She dared him to further, her body taunting him in the dark. "I'm not going to find any handcuffs down here am I?" He joked, slowly unbuttoning her pants.

"Shut the fuck up, Killian," She gasped, holding back a smile as he pulled her pants off her long, beautiful legs. He breathed heavily, just staring at her body, glistening from the rain. "God dammit, Emma," He breathed, watching her bite her lip. He pushed his hips against hers, skin on skin, kissed her down her chest, feeling that electric pull between them. She gave a little gasp. "Are you alright," Killian asked with worry, his eyes instantly meeting hers but she nodded, pulling him closer to her. She nodded. "But it's bad form to leave a girl wanting," She winked at him and he raised his eyebrows in amusement.

"We'll have to fix that, now won't we?" He growled, thrusting his hips into hers and staring down into those hazel eyes that he loved so much. "Don't worry, love…," He whispered, a serious expression crossing his face. She nodded. She knew why he was saying it and she smiled back at him. She pulled him tighter to her so her lips met his in a satisfying agreement. "I knew you were going to be trouble," She whispered, falling back on the bed and smiling up at him, a devilish smirk was returned back to her. "I never disappoint," He growled, pulling her legs around him and pushing her into the dashboard. The things you do to me Swan, He thought, giving a quick glance out the window where the rain was starting to slow on the glass. He breathed heavily. He hadn't felt this happy in years and he smiled down at her, he was never going to let her go.

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Author's Note: Not sure if this is the end yet... hm.. I'm not so good at writing M rated stuff either so I kind of cut you guys off I'm sorry for that I'm working on it but I hope you enjoyed the story so far! Feel free to follow, leave reviews, or message me. This is my first fan fiction so go easy on me! Either way, happy onceing and let's all hope Killian gets a purpose in the show next week since he's literally being pushed to the side and it's killing me slowly.