AN: I'm so sorry it's so late you guys! My beta was really busy this week working her little heart out. This chapter is un-beta'd so I'm sorry for any mistakes you may encounter. I'm still so over-whelmed with the attention this has been continuing to get and I am forever grateful to those who continue to read this. You make everything so much better. This chapter and all smut in this fic is dedicated to my CS life partner and beta, Haleigh, onceuponajollyroger. You guys need to thank her, this smut wasn't originally planned, she insisted this happen. After initially posting this chapter, I re-read it and was completely horrified by how awful I personally thought it was so I went back the following day and tweaked it. This is an updated version of that. Enjoy the chapter!
Live Wire
Chapter Eleven
The Monday after the charity ball had gotten off to a rough start. Killian had gotten up later, got ready for school later, and was currently running a good twenty-five minutes late to his first period class. If he hurried he could catch the last fifteen minutes of class and see Emma. Killian ran through the halls trying to get himself to what was left of class that morning when he made a last minute decision to cut through the middle courtyard that had tables in the center for the students to dine during their lunch hour. Bad idea. Killian skidded to a halt in front of a figure next to a potted plant, the character's back leaning against the brick wall, a joint hanging from his lips. Neal.
"You lost Jones?" he asked taking a drag of his joint, the overwhelming smell of marijuana filling the surrounding area. Killian wafted the air around him, coughing on the fumes.
"I never pegged you as someone who skips on a regular basis," Neal gave him an amused tight lipped smile.
"I'm not, I'm just late for class," Killian choked out, shifting the weight of his feet and adjusting the strap of his bag on his shoulder.
"Enjoying my sloppy seconds, Jones?" Neal asked finishing his joint and stomping it out on the ground, his eyes looking up to meet Killian's as he said it. Killian's fists clenched at his sides, his lower lip trembling to control the snarl about to break free.
"Watch it…" Killian warned.
"Or what?" Neal challenged, his arms stretched out as if to say 'bring it'.
"That's right. You'll do nothing… because you are such a good boy," Neal taunted pushing off from the wall, taking a few careful steps towards Killian.
"You know you really put me in a bind the other night," he accused, recalling the incident at the ball.
"Did I? My apologies mate," Killian said smugly, a crooked smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"You don't have a clue as to just who you're dealing with, do you?" Neal stepped up to Killian, the toes of their shoes meeting one another, his face in his personal space, Neal's chest puffed out in a failed attempt to intimidate him. Neal was a ponce and he deserved to have his head bashed in.
"Why don't you remind me?" Killian leered. Neal shoved his hands up against his chest, the table behind him breaking his fall as his head knocked against the hard stone surface, his bag falling by the way side. That was going to leave a bruise. Killian's hand went to his head, checking for blood, a sigh of relief falling from his mouth when he found none.
"Get up you punk!" Neal jeered, towering above him. Bad form. Killian picked himself up, tossing his head back before taking a quick side jab to Neal's jaw in retaliation. Neal faltered, taking a few stumbling steps backwards holding his injured face.
"Impressive! Didn't think you had it in you!" he spat, circling Killian like a shark, his fist colliding with his left eye, countering with a stiff punch to the gut making Killian double over in pain. The gloves were coming off now. Killian was never one to back down from a fight. He had been boxing with David every day after work since he started working in the garage three years ago. Neal was in for a rude awakening. Killian sent a smooth uppercut to his jaw and elbowed him hard in the nose; a fierce crack rang out around them.
"Mother fucker!" Neal took a few steps back, clutching his nose with the palms of his hands.
"Son of a bitch! Did you just break my nose?!" Neal shouted, removing his hands so Killian could see the blood trickling down to his mouth. Neal grunted seeing red, charging at Killian who in turn grabbed his elbow, pushing him down and giving him a swift knee to the gut. Neal went down hard, having the wind knocked out of him. Killian never once gloated. That would be bad form.
"This isn't over!" Neal panted clutching his stomach, glaring at Killian who towered above him victorious.
"Stay away from me. Stay away from Emma," he cautioned before picking up his bag off the floor and leaving Neal on the ground to suffer in silence.
The bell rang just as he made it to the door. He had missed class. All thanks to that jerk Neal. Killian leaned against the empty space between the open door way and a set of lockers, his hand playing with the strap of his bag waiting for Emma to exit.
"Emma!" Killian called out as soon as he saw the blonde curls of her head exiting the classroom. Emma turned around at the sound of his voice, her eyes going wide when she saw his disheveled appearance.
"My God! Killian what happened?!" Emma asked reaching out to touch the swelling of his eye causing Killian to grunt in pain.
"Decided to try something new today… I heard chicks dig scars," he replied to get a reaction from her. It had worked. Emma was less than pleased. Emma roughly grabbed him by the hand, pulling him along with her, diving in and out of hoards of students trying to make it to their next class until they reached the nurses station.
"Sit!" she instructed shoving him down on the bench outside the room before entering. A minute or two ticked by and the bell rang, the once crowded hallways empty for the time being. Emma returned to him with a first aid kit and sat down beside him.
"What's all this for?" Killian asked gesturing to the open first aid container on the bench between them.
"I'm going to clean you up," she insisted, pulling a bottle of peroxide and a clean cotton ball from within the kit and set it down beside her.
"Lass, honestly, I'm fine," he tried to tell her.
"No you're not," she brought his head closer to her, tilting it to the side to get a better look at his black eye and the even nastier cut on his brow. Emma unscrewed the cap from the bottle and turned it over to soak the cotton ball in the liquid, bringing it to dab at the cut on Killian's eye.
"Ah! What the hell is that?!" he hissed trying to pull away from the stuff that had burned him.
"Peroxide. You big baby," she moved back in to finish the job, her other hand holding him down.
"You going to tell me what happened?" she asked twisting her body to rifle through the kit in search for a tube of Neosporin.
"Neal," Killian said simply.
"Neal? Wait, Neal did this to you?!" Emma propped her head up from the box in front of her, meeting Killian's gaze.
"This is nothing. You should see him," Killian laughed it off.
"I don't understand. Why would Neal do this?" Emma tried to contemplate why Neal would do such a thing. Neal was a jack ass but never did she think that he would be capable of such violence.
"My guess is that he's jealous and threatened by me," Emma rolled her eyes at his suggestion, "you're asking me to understand the mind of a bloody psychopath?" Killian muttered, getting himself riled up just thinking about it. Emma considered Killian's theory; she supposed it did make sense after all.
"He has that pot head strength," Killian murmured under his breath.
"Yeah, that's Neal for you," Emma nodded, twisting the cap off the yellow tube and pouring some onto her index finger.
"Emma, what were you even doing with a guy like Neal anyway? I just… I don't understand…" Killian shook his head.
"He wasn't always like this. He used to be quite charming…" Emma explained moving to apply the gel onto his cut so it didn't scar too badly. Killian winced once more at the feeling.
"This stuff isn't even supposed to sting!" she jeered.
"No, it's just cold," Killian complained.
"You can take a hit like a man but when I try to doctor you up you whine like a baby?" she mocked. Emma caught a glimpse of a figure from the side of her vision. It was Neal, dried blood on his nose and mouth as he glared at them, walking into the nurse's office. Emma gaped at his appearance.
"Holy hell Killian! What did you do?" Emma moved to hit him lightly in the shoulder.
"I didn't start the fight I just finished it…" he admitted. Emma gave him a disapproving, unbelieving look. Emma dug back through the contents of the box and pulled out a small packet containing a band-aid, used specifically for sensitive spots on the body.
"It's the truth! He came at me first! Did you expect me not to defend myself?" he snapped, angry at her assumption. What the hell did she want from him?
"No, I expected you to be the bigger man and just walk away," she growled tearing open the package and retrieving the band-aid inside.
"I couldn't do that. I had to prove myself. I had to fight. I had to fight for you," he pleaded with her. Emma's response was to remove the tabs on the sticky part of the adhesive and slap it onto the spot on his brow.
"Ow!" Killian winced rubbing at the cut on his eyebrow.
"I didn't ask you to fight for me," Emma countered.
"Damn it Emma! Your worth fighting for…" he confessed, wanting to grab her by the shoulders and shake her repeatedly to help her realize that she was special. Special to him. Why did she think so little of herself? What exactly had Neal done to her? Emma had a serious lack of self-respect. It would explain why she never stood up for herself when Neal was around which is why he always took to doing it for her. Killian could never just stand around and watch her be emotionally abused by some entitled pompous asshole such as Neal.
"I'm heading back to class. Put this on your eye, it will bring down the swelling," she got up, dismissing herself after throwing a zip lock bag full of ice wrapped in a brown paper towel into his lap and stomped back to class without another word. Killian looked after her as she walked away, her blonde curls bouncing behind her, the mystery of her and Neal thickening in the air around him. Something happened between them, he just didn't know what.
KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE
Killian arrived early for a change for his shift at the garage after school.
"Hey Kil-"David began to call out in greeting before catching sight of his black eye.
"Holy shit! What happened to your eye?" David asked, jogging over from the car he was working on to meet Killian and get a closer look at the nasty shiner on his eye that had changed into an angry purple color since earlier that day.
"I had a run in with Emma's ex this morning," Killian explained, wincing as David touched the injury.
"What did you do to him?" David asking intently.
"I didn't do anything… I was minding my own business, he said a few things and just came at me," Killian tried to recall.
"Tell me you at least got in a couple of good shots or we are no longer friends…" David commanded hopefully.
"He got sent home with a broken nose," Killian couldn't help the satisfied smile that adorned his face.
"That's my boy!" David stated proudly clapping his friend on the back.
"Killian, great! I need you to close tonight. Roland has a recital at 8," Robin shuffled into the garage, quickly trying to pull on his jacket. He was clearly running late, "keys, are in the top drawer of my desk, just lock up when your-"
"Killian, what on earth happened to your eye?" he asked after finally getting a good glimpse of him. Robin walked over to Killian, grabbing him by the shoulders to inspect his injury.
"That's a nasty shiner you got there kid. What the hell happened?" Robin asked, concern in his eyes.
"It's a long story, I'll tell you another time," Killian brushed it off, knowing his boss was running late.
"Alright," Robin said making his way out of the garage.
"Hey Robin! Tell Roland to break a leg. He's going to be the best lost boy that this play has ever had," David yelled to Robin from his spot in the garage.
"Will do. I'm filming it so we can all sit down and watch it later," Robin told them from the door.
"Sounds good," David said brightly before Robin turned and walked out of the garage.
KEKEKEKEKEKEKKEKEKEKEKEKE
"Your ass is so sexy," Emma mentioned briskly making her presence known after watching him from the concealment of the side door entrance for the last seven minutes. She loved watching him work in the dim lighting of the garage, it turned her on to no end. The garage was seemingly empty when she watched him work on the Camaro in front of him, his lips turned down in concentration. Killian turned at the sound of Emma's voice, a hanger in the strong grasp of her pinky finger. Emma had decided to wear a short velvet burgundy colored skirt paired with black translucent tights peeking out from underneath a pair of knee high brown boots with a thin black turtle-neck sweater tucked into the waistband of her skirt. The wrench in Killian's hand fell to the floor with a loud clank next to the vintage black Camaro he was working on as Emma placed the clear garment bag containing the leather jacket of his pirate costume on a tool chest that was high off the ground, watching as she strutted into his immediate peripheral vision.
Emma wasted no time in crashing their lips together in a battle for supremacy, her body curving into his like she was made for him. His hand smoothed along her long blonde locks as the war raged on, the kiss deepening eliciting a series of groans, his other hand caressing her side, lifting up her sweater with every arch of his touch. The kiss intensified even further when Killian picked up her leg behind her knee to wrap around his waist, dragging her to the hood of the Camaro and placing her gently on top of it, his body covering hers. Emma's hands shot up to the collar of his jump suit holding him away from her attempting to catch her breath, his sweaty forehead covered by his backwards cap glued to hers.
"Are we alone?" she panted.
"Would it matter if we weren't?" he challenged with the quirk of his dark eyebrow. Emma grinned wickedly, wrapping her other leg around his waist, her lips gyrating against his seeking friction. Killian groaned moving his lips to suck at her neck, her hand repositioning itself to slam on the hood of the car beside her as her brain conjured up his fight with Neal behind her closed eyelids, the thoughts sending her clattering against him, the sign of her growing pleasure running down her backside between her legs.
"God, you are so hot," she spurred him on, her head thrashing from side to side the pressure in her belly boiling over, a loud throaty moan escaping her lips as her struggling hips stilled against his growing erection trapped in the confines of his pants. Her head tossed back in ecstasy, her body shaking from the force of her orgasm.
"Did you just-?" he smirked triumphantly above her.
"Shut up!" she swatted his shoulder in defiance, Killian's grip on the small exposed part of her thigh tightened in response, Emma bit back another moan.
"I am far from finished with you Emma," he announced in a shady grin, his hands moving to unzip his jump suit, his shoulders shrugging out of the fabric to fall at his waist exposing his white V-neck shirt and the beginning of his faded blue jeans. Killian unbuttoned and un-zipped his jeans inside of the navy blue jump suit wiggling the material from his hips and taking out his proud cock, pre-cum glistening from the tip causing Emma's mouth to water in anticipation. Grabbing her roughly by the back of the head he shoved her on her knees before him, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
"Suck," he commanded brushing his hardened length against her moist lips. Emma licked a long languid stripe on the underside of his cock before shoving the entirety of him in her mouth, sucking back the gathering tears in her eyes under his rough assault. Emma wrapped her mouth tightly around the length of him, sucking, trying to not to choke on his engorged member. The taste of him attacking her senses, she couldn't get enough.
"God, your mouth feels so good wrapped around me. Gorgeous," he groaned out, his hands wrapping tighter into her hair pulling her mouth even closer to him. Emma couldn't help the moans that left her own mouth as she bobbed her mouth up and down over his cock, her fingers clawing at his thighs for purchase adding to the growing moisture once again gathering in her panties. Emma sucked, moving her mouth to the head to give his tip a firm suck before forcing her mouth back down on him again. Emma continued to blow him sensing his release getting closer and closer with each movement of her lips around him, her own body grinding against the floor below her in a desperate attempt to get herself off again.
"Enough," he said unceremoniously pulling his cock out from the warm inviting cavern of her mouth and pushing her back against the front bumper.
"I want to finish inside you," he growled picking her back up into his arms and once again placing her back on the hood of the car, Emma's legs shaking like Jell-O around his waist in a hungry want. She needed him inside her. Killian's finger nails scraped against the bare skin underneath her skirt, his fingers hooking into her panties and shoving them over her boots, nudging them to the side with his own shoe. His hands snuck underneath the fabric bunched at her back, lifting her body far enough off the car to separate the sweater from the rest of her, exposing the beautiful swell of her breasts displayed seductively in a lacy black brassiere to his hungry gaze.
"God Emma, you are so fucking beautiful," he complimented mouthing at her nipple over the material of her bra. Emma whimpered and squirmed underneath him, desperate for more attention than what he was already giving. Killian's lips left a wet trail from her encased breasts down to her stomach before laving her belly button with his tongue, his fingers lifting up the hem of her skirt to bunch around her waist. Emma moaned at the bite of the cold exposed metal of the car against her backside. Killian moved over her lap, giving his cock a teasing thrust to her soaking wet folds causing Emma to throw her head back in pleasure.
"Killian…" she tensed, her teeth digging into her bottom lip in anticipation. Killian grabbed his straining hardness giving it a few short pumps with his fist before placing himself at her entrance. The waiting was too much for Emma to bear as she grabbed him by the back and thrust Killian inside of herself, a sob of contentment falling from her puckered lips at the feeling of him finally being inside of her. Killian moaned, his forehead placed against her's, his body heaving, drowning in the sensation of finally being wrapped in her tight wet heat.
"Move," Emma whined. Killian did as he was told and began thrusting slowly setting a bruising pace with his hips. Killian moved back up her body and thumbed at the stiff peaks of her nipples before giving up and pulling the garment down as far as it could go and connecting his lips to her aroused areolas, her body keening to meet his hot mouth whilst receiving his thrusts that hit her clit with every stroke. Her body was on fire with his touch, desperate for release.
"Fuck!" Emma shuttered with Killian's attentions to her clit, his thumb working her over gently, begging for her release.
"Come for me Emma," Killian encouraged, the massaging of her clit making her scream silently.
"Let me feel you come against me, Emma," his request was met when his dirty words sent her over the edge making her see stars, the tightening of his cock gripped by her quivering walls milking his own release from him.
Killian buried his head into the valley of her heaving breasts trying to catch his breath, kissing them appreciatively.
"I dropped your coat off," Emma blurted out, her breathing labored. Killian picked himself off of Emma's sweaty body, grinning cockily at the sight of her glowing rose tinted cheeks just moments after the orgasm he had given her.
"Thanks," he winked removing his cap momentarily to wipe the sweat from his brow before replacing it once again. Emma didn't miss the double meaning behind his words. Emma hopped off the hood of the car, reaching for her sweater to tug it back on. Emma picked up her panties and tucked them into Killian's back pocket along with his towel as a reminder of their latest dalliance, a playful grin on her lips.
"I'm sorry for earlier," Emma said taking a seat on the stool next to his tool chest to watch him work. Killian didn't make a comment. She would come around in her own time, "how's your eye doing?" Emma asked.
"Better. I had a very pretty girl nurse me back to health," Killian said, causing Emma to hold back the bashful smile that threatened her lips, she was unsuccessful.
"Should I be jealous?" Emma asked patting down her skirt.
"Absolutely," he grinned at her, looking up at her from underneath the hood of the car.
AN: The last line is probably my most favorite line in the story to date. I'm really happy with it. I hope you enjoyed the fist fight. I know a lot of you were rooting for Neal to get his. I've never written a fist fight in my life so hopefully it wasn't too terrible. I tried to stick with a bit of the Killian Jones character in the show so like the character in the show this version of Killian also believes in good form. He won't strike first and he won't hit a man while he's down as well. Also raise your hand if you got Tallahassee feels from this chapter. I had some serious Tallahassee feels writing it. I also feel the need to explain the awkwardness of the smut (because it was a little awkward). I was half drunk when writing it, it was probably the second smut scene I wrote for this and the smut was written before the chapter itself. I felt the need to explain that to you because after reading it back I was horrified at how bad it was. (Update as of 05/25/2014: I went back and tried to fix it as best I could without having to re-write the entire thing, it's a lot better now if you ask me) As always, review. Don't review. (I would love it if you did but it's not necessary) I really enjoy your feedback though! It only makes me a better writer. Next update is on Tuesday. See you guys then! –Cat