Part of this chapter was inspired by a conversation I had with my best friend a while ago. :-)

Chapter 10

"Okay, spill." Ruby threw herself on the couch, propping her feet up on the table. "What are you doing back here already?"

"I thought we told you to stay up there for a while," Mary Margaret said, sitting down beside Ruby.

"Couldn't stay any longer."

"What happened?" both her friends asked simultaneously, Ruby definitely sounding excited while Mary Margaret sounded slightly worried, and Emma almost laughed because she knew they would both love the story. So cliché.

"You remember the snow storm a few days ago?" Emma asked, and both nodded. "I lost power, and had to go to my neighbor for help."

"Tell me he was hot," Ruby said.

"Actually ..." Emma paused, grinning when both her friends leaned forward, waiting for her answer. "He was."

"So what was the problem then?" Ruby questioned, furrowing her eyes in confusion. "Was he some freak?"

"You can say that."

"You okay?" Mary Margaret asked with a frown on her forehead, making Emma feel guilty for teasing them.

"Yeah, I'm okay. He wasn't this kind of freak," Emma replied. "It was my neighbor from hell."

"Wait a second …" Ruby almost fell off the couch as she leaned forward even more. "Killian was your neighbor? Oh my God, this is so good. Tell me you had finally sex with him."

"Not really."

"What is that supposed to mean? You do know how it works, right? The hard, long stick poking your hole?"

"She is totally off her rocker now, isn't she?" Emma asked Mary Margaret, but her best friend just shrugged her shoulders.

"She hasn't changed at all since the day she started to show interest in guys," she replied, and Ruby let out a snort of amusement.

"So what is it?" Ruby turned her gaze back to Emma, wiggling her eyebrows. "Sex or no sex?"

"Sex, but not at the cabin," Emma explained, giggling as her friend's eyes became round as saucers.

"You didn't tell us? How could you?" Ruby cried out, throwing a crumpled paper towel at her, hitting Emma square in the chest. "How was it?"

Emma contemplated for a moment to shrug it off, but somehow she didn't want to lie. "Fantastic."

"I knew it!" Ruby exclaimed, letting out a earsplitting whistle. "Wow, I want to know everything."

"I don't kiss and tell."

"Spoil sport."

"So why did you leave?" Mary Margaret asked, ignoring Ruby's pouting.

"I don't want to have anything to do with him. I just … I couldn't stay."

"I see," Ruby said slowly, the knowing look in her friend's eyes making Emma fear the worst.

But then Mary Margaret changed the subject, and Killian didn't came up again the whole night.

-/-

Emma had dreaded the first time she would see him again, but then she had to travel to some of her clients before he came back from the cabin, and she was away for weeks. So when she did see him again he was in a rush and just gave her a short greeting without really looking at her, and that was that.

A part of her was disappointed about it, but another part was also relieved. She didn't want it to be awkward, and she didn't really want anything from him. So this was actually the best thing that could happen to her.

But that changed a week later as she was eating dinner while watching Arrow, wondering when Oliver and Felicity would finally admit to each other that they were in love, when her phone beeped, alerting her to a What's App message.

She stared with confusion at the screen, not believing what she was seeing. Killian started a chat with her? How was that possible?

Killian here

Where did you get my number?

Been sworn to absolute secrecy. Under death threats.

Emma groaned, knowing exactly who had given him her number. Sometimes Ruby had no sense for boundaries at all.

Ruby?

Maybe

So ...

Aye?

Why did you want my number?

She really was curious. He didn't seem to show any interest in her anymore. The few times they met in the hallway they didn't even talk to each other besides saying hello.

Wanted to talk to you

You could see me every day in the hallway

Easier this way

Easier how?

Lowers the temptation

The temptation?

To kiss you

Her heart fluttered in her chest as she stared at his text, and the sudden feeling of the walls closing in on her made her throw her phone actually away from her, her fingers trembling as she stared at it. This was getting way too serious, way too fast. She couldn't do that. She just couldn't.

-/-

She thought she'd scared him away the last time, that he wouldn't bother to try again because it was too much work. But he did. He kept writing her. Cute texts about his day. At least one each day. Texts that made her smile, or even giggle. Texts that melted the wall around her heart, step by step. And six weeks later she was lying in bed, staring out into the night, wondering where he was, and if he was still awake. Wondering if he was watching the snow fall outside like she was right now, or if he was already asleep, and without really thinking about it she grabbed her phone.

It's snowing

Hello stranger

You home?

Yep. Watching the snow fall.

Me too.

It's quite soothing to be honest. Calms your soul.

Yes it does

They texted for hours, talking about nothing and everything. She relaxed more and more with each text from him. He didn't push her, seemed to enjoy just talking to her, and when they ended their chat, she turned off the light, and actually smiled when she closed her eyes.

-/-

Their text conversations were a routine she got accustomed to very fast. They almost had one every night. It was something she looked forward to, and slowly but surely the flirting slipped back in. Some small innuendo here and there, and she actually liked it this time around. His teasing remarks made her blush more often than not, but with time she actually started flirting back, and there were days were she longed for him to just come over to her apartment, because she wanted to see him in person, wanted to touch him, wanted him to be there. But she never asked.

Until one day ...

It's snowing again

Yep

What are you wearing?

Her eye brows rose up as she looked at his message. This was definitely a new one.

Seriously?

What's wrong with phone sex?

Technically it's text sex

Semantics

There is a difference

So what are you wearing?

Perv!

I'm bored

Watch porn

She was enjoying this probably way too much, the sexual banter warming her all over, shooting tingles down her spine with every new message of him.

Don't want to

You're a man. You always want to watch porn.

Sigh! The old prejudices.

It's not a prejudice when I'm right

You wanna talk about porn?

Nope

So back to text sex then

You're incorrigible

That I am

She was staring at the screen, contemplating what to write next when she saw that he was writing again, and she actually held her breath, waiting for his text to pop up on her screen.

Tell me one of those clichés. You know like ... I'm not wearing anything.

I'm not wearing anything

A grin pulled her lips up, flirting with him was making her all giddy. Not to mention that she did feel a certain pull deep down in her belly, a pull she might have to care for a little later. After their conversation.

Seriously?

God, you're easy

Swan?

Yes?

Imagining you naked does things to me

She gulped hard, wishing for a second she'd actually be naked with him in the same room.

What things?

Well, I'm a man so ...

Stop it

Admit it

What?

You're wet

Of course she was. How could she not? She'd denied herself to actually be with him for weeks, despite her body craving him desperately.

Nope

Liar

You have to do a little more than that to get me wet

Like taking your nipples into my mouth and sucking until you make these mewling noises

Her core actually clenched when she read his text, a moan slipping over her lips as she imagined his lips trailing a hot path over her whole body.

I don't mewl

Yes you do

Still total desert down there

Should I come over and lick it?

A bolt when down her spine, hitting her hard between the legs. Because damn it all to hell, she actually wanted him to lick her clean until she couldn't take it any longer. She remembered the last time he did go down on her after all. In very vivid details.

Wet now?

"Damn it, Jones," she hissed, pressing her legs together as if the pressure would cease the hunger that pulsed through her body.

Nope

Pants on fire

She only hesitated for a second before she typed a message, and hit send without giving it another thought.

Does the offer still stand?

What offer?

To come over?

On my way

"Shit." She stared at the screen with an open mouth, her heart slamming into her throat when she realized that she'd really invited him over. "Oh my God. What did I just do?"

She jumped out of the bed, looking down at her body. She was wearing a well-worn shirt and boxer shorts, her hair was piled up in a mess on her head, and she was wearing zero make-up. Not the way you wanted to greet a man you'd imagined having sex with again way too often.

"Shit, shit, shit."

She almost stumbled over her own feet when she rushed into the bathroom, hoping she might have at least the time to make herself a little bit more representable before he appeared at her door.

She stared at her reflection for a second, contemplating where to begin as the doorbell rang.

Ups, look at that. A cliffhanger. :-)