First off let me say I am so sorry it's taken me three weeks to update. This chapter really blocked me, and I still don't feel like it is where it should be. I hope you all like it, and that it's worth the wait. There is smut in this chapter, for all those who've been waiting for the M rating to take effect. Let me know what you guys think. Reviews should help fuel the next chapters along faster!

Emma was sitting at the vanity in her room laying out her make-up when she heard a knock at the door. "Come in," Emma said loudly into the room.

David opened the door dressed head to toe in a prince costume. He had on black breeches with black boots over top, a white dress shirt with a red coat adorned with silver filigree, a black belt that held a sheathed sword attached to his hip, and to top it all off a dark crimson colored cape.

"Let me guess, Mary Margaret's idea?," Emma said after looking him up and down.

"Surprisingly, no. I picked out the costumes this year."

"So you picked a prince voluntarily? Well that's different."

"I'm the prince actually. Charming and all that. I thought this was a good fit for us since everyone says we're a 'fairytale couple'".

"Aren't you clever. So, does that make her Cinderella?"

"Actually she's Snow White, and I'm her Prince Charming."

"I think you're crossing fairytales, David," Emma said laughing at her brother's mix up.

"She wanted a weapon and a tiara, Snow White was a good fit."

"I thought she was a singing in the forest type of princess?"

"Decidedly not," he said as he laughed. "Anyway, the reason I came in was to see if you were driving yourself, or if you needed a ride?"

"I'm just going to drive myself. I haven't even started on getting ready yet, and I don't want to make you guys wait. I'll see you when I get there."

"Well I'll be sure to save you a drink," he said as he turned to walk out of the room.

Emma turned back towards her vanity, after her brother shut the door, and began putting up her hair. She slicked it back in a straight bun and sprayed it down with hairspray. Before the hairspray dried she put her crown on and sprayed it down as well. Once she was sure everything stiff, she started to put on her paint.

Twenty minutes later, Emma was turning her face side to side checking to make sure her face looked even. When she was finally satisfied, she got up and began putting on her costume. All in all it had only taken her about 45 minutes to get completely ready. Grabbing her keys and purse she headed out to her car to meet Graham at the bar.

Killian had arrived at the bar a little after 8p.m. So far no one had known it was him in the costume, and he was pleased that he did such a good job in camouflaging himself. He looked around the bar and spotted David in the back by the pool tables dressed like a prince. He weaved his way through the throngs of people scattered around the room and walked up to the pool table.

"I didn't know that ponce was a Halloween costume," Killian said sarcastically to David.

"I didn't either, but you look good in it."

"You wound me, I think I look rather dashing in this outfit."

"Well it certainly is your color, and a lot of it."

"Who are you supposed to be anyway?"

"I'm Prince Charming, and Mary Margaret is my princess, Snow White."

"You make fun of my costume, but you and your lovely wife are going as two separate fairytale characters. I thought it was common knowledge your princess was Cinderella?"

"Why does everyone keep saying that? I'm well aware, but she wanted to have a weapon, hence the bow and arrow," David said pointing to his wife across the room.

"She's wearing pants… You two certainly got creative on this, I'll say that much."

"Modern fairytale princess. You don't argue with a pregnant woman."

"I'll take your word for it. Where's Locksley?"

"He's Trick or Treating with Roland and Regina."

"Maybe I can get Roland to share some of his candy this year, eh?"

"Good luck with that, that kid has a super sweet tooth."

"Speaking of sweet tooth's, where is your sister tonight?"

"She'll be here soon, she was getting ready after we left earlier."

"Is she part of this fairytale concoction you've created?"

"To your dismay, no. She's going as something completely different. I don't know if she's doing a couple's costume or not."

"Couples costume? Who would she be coupling with?," Killian said pretending that he didn't already know about Emma going out with Humbert.

"Graham is her date to the party tonight."

"Humbert? Well that was fast."

"Not really, they had crushes on one another back in high school, but they never dated. I wasn't really surprised, but I still feel strange about it. She may be an adult, but she'll always be my little sister."

"That primal instinct to ward off unwelcome suitors may come in handy for your "charming" personality tonight."

"I'd tell you to bite me, but that would be very un-prince like."

Just as Killian was about to reply with his never ending stash of sarcastic hyperbole, he noticed Graham was walking towards him and David.

"Oh no, you've got to be kidding me," David said as he walked up to Graham.

"What? Are you just jealous that I'm not wearing something as ridiculous as you?" he said gesturing at his prince costume.

"I feel like you may have that backwards. You're the one dressed like that vampire from the cereal box. Did you get Twilight fever this year?"

"Hardy har har. You are just hilarious. Is Emma here yet?"

"She should be here soon, she was getting ready when we left."

"Did she tell you what she was going to be dressed as?"

"Nope, no perks being family. Emma has always taken this holiday very seriously. It's like her Christmas."

Killian decided to join in the conversation at the mention of Emma's name.

"The shop was so filled with decorations and treats, I'm not surprised. Her display window alone was very spirited. Put mine to shame it did," Killian said as a matter of fact.

"You should have seen the kitchen. There was orange dye everywhere. I'm pretty sure my hands were stained for days."

"You think that was bad, try decorating everything with colored dye, talk about stained," Elsa said walking up to the group with Ruby in tow.

"Ruby why am I not surprised by you going in something slutty?" Graham said teasingly.

"It's Halloween, I get a free pass. Plus with an outfit like this I'm guaranteed not to be buying my own drinks. Who doesn't love a short Little Red Riding Hood costume?"

"So much for leaving anything to the imagination, huh?" Elsa said passively.

"If you got it, flaunt it. Although, your idea to be Barbie was perfect. I don't know why I never thought about that before."

"Thank Anna for the idea. She's the one who came up with it. She was going to do it with Kristoff, but they had to go out of town"

While everyone was talking around the pool table, Killian slipped away towards the bar. He ordered two fingers of rum, and as he was waiting someone walked up beside him.

"Can I get one of those as well?"

"Sure thing, just a moment," the bartender replied as he pulled out another glass.

Killian turned to see who it was, and he was struck to see it was Emma dressed head to toe in black like himself. She had her hair tied up in a bun with a black jeweled crown upon her hair. She had see-through black mesh covering her face, although underneath he could see her face was painted white with black paint in the design of feathers around her eyes. She wore a strapless tight black bodice with feathers and crystals all over it that finished in a black tutu, with tights and black pointe shoes.

Killian hoped she hadn't caught him blatantly ogling her, but this was the first time he saw her in anything close to revealing. He had a perfect view of the long legs she kept hidden it tight skinny jeans, and they were even better in the sheer tights. He also noticed the swell of her breasts that were being pushed up by the bodice. If he didn't say something soon, she was probably going to think he was some sort of pervert.

Killian cleared his throat and turned towards Emma. "A ballerina that drinks rum? My kind of lass." he said with a smile.

"Well I am the Black Swan. I'm supposed to be dark."

The bartender set their glasses in front of them, and Killian laid down the cash before the lady could pay.

"Like the one from the ballet, what is it? Swan Lake?" he said handing her the glass of rum.

"Thank you. Yes, actually. I'm surprised you knew that. Who are you supposed to be?

"Zorro, of course. At your service," he said slightly bowing and tipping his hat.

"Jones. I should have known." she said staring him up and down.

"None other, darling."

"It was the dramatics that tipped me off. I should have sensed it."

"I would despair if you didn't recognize me, love."

"I'm sure you would. Although, I'm sure your, most likely, scantily clad date would mind."

"Who says I have a date? Maybe I'm here for you, Swan," he said with a smirk.

"Right, sure you are. I highly doubt that."

Killian took a sip of his rum before replying (liquid courage?)

"I would be lucky to claim you on my arm, lass. Alas, you already have a date I hear."

"How did you know about that," she said as if he was spilling a secret.

"Your brother is my mate, and I happen to know Humbert as well, love."

He sensed that his time with her was as limited as his chance with her. So when she pulled back he was not surprised.

"Not that I'm not grateful for the rum, but I think it's time I join my date. Enjoy your evening, Jones."

"Well I shant keep you from your date, Swan," he said holding his arm out guiding her way.

As Emma walked away he downed his rum and quickly signaled the bartender for another. He knew Emma was beautiful before tonight, he had eyes after all, but seeing her dressed up in that bloody costume had sent him into a hormonal frenzy like he was a school boy. When he turned around to see her she was standing with her friends taking a picture with Graham.

She seemed so carefree and happy, unlike when he was talking to her. Why didn't she act that way around him, he wondered. As he was staring across the room he didn't notice Mary Margaret walk up beside him.

"I can't believe I didn't notice it before," she said apropos of nothing.

"Are you referring to my liquor intake? I've only had two drinks, hardly cause for calling the cavalry."

"I am talking about Emma. You like her don't you?"

"She's a bit prickly."

"Killian Jones, you know what I mean. Now answer the question."

"Okay, so I may have come to realize that I might possibly be attracted to your sister in law."

"Ever since that dinner when you two met, I had a feeling."

"I'm surprised you held your tongue this long. That's very out of character for you."

"After Milah did what she did, I didn't think you would open up your heart again, I didn't want to push."

"I didn't say anything about romantic feelings. She is attractive to me, that's all."

"You can try to convince yourself, but it won't work on me. School teachers are good at detecting lies."

"Regardless, she thinks I'm this chauvinistic player, it's a waste of time."

"Don't give up hope, Killian. Things will work out the way they should."

"Please, just don't tell David. That's one conversation I'd really rather not have."

Emma walked into the bar and decided she wanted a drink before she met up with everyone. Heading to the bar she stood beside a man dressed head to toe in a black ensemble. She saw the bartender pouring a glass of rum and asked the bartender to pour her one as well.

The man beside her had on a mask, but she could tell he was handsome. His shirt was open in a V, and she could see he was muscular and had black chest hair. His face was clean shaven, but something about him seemed familiar.

She caught him staring at her costume, no doubt trying to guess who she was supposed to be. When he turned to her and spoke, she saw the bluest eyes she had ever seen. They looked like orbs of cerulean, especially with the black mask contrasting against them. He had black hair, as she could tell from his chest, and she thought that he had to be attractive with eyes and features like that.

When he paid for her rum she figured it was the costume to thank for that. The short stopping tutu and nude tights were probably what intrigued him. Little did she know it was Killian that was standing next to her, until he tipped her off with his over the top introduction.

She knew he was handsome before tonight, I mean she had eyes, but seeing him in all black and then that open shirt, she felt her mouth go a bit dry. She was supposed to be on a date with Graham, but after seeing Killian in his costume, and seeing him eyeing her up and down, she felt lust like a white hot poker shoved down her throat. She didn't know if it was because she hadn't been with anyone in a while, or if it was because she found him attractive before she knew it was him in the costume. Regardless, when he started talking about her being his date, she knew she had to go.

She downed her rum in one swig as she walked away from him, and she hoped she wouldn't think about him for the rest of the night. Heading over to her friends she walked up to the pool table and poked her brother in the back.

"So Charming, how is this for a costume?"

David turned around to see his sister in her costume for the first time. "Emma?"

"Of course, you know I always loved Swan Lake when we were little."

"You look great, but maybe a little bit too great."

"David I'm a dancer, I'm not supposed to be wearing a lot. Plus, have you seen Ruby?"

"Touché, I just don't want everyone ogling you. Big brother at your service."

"Yeah, yeah."

Just then Graham walked up behind Emma.

"Emma, I vant to suck your blood!"

She turned around laughing at whoever it was doing a horrible Transylvanian impression.

"Graham! Please don't tell me you're one of those cheesy vampires?"

"You and David really are related," he laughed. "Emma you look great. Who are you supposed to be?"

Emma was slightly bummed he didn't get her costume, but she ignored it.

"I'm the Black Swan, Odile, from Swan Lake."

"I'm afraid I've never seen it, but you did a fantastic job."

"Alright everybody, selfie time!" Ruby squealed from the couch.

Emma, Graham, Mary Margaret, David, Elsa, and Ruby squeezed together and took a group selfie from the couch. After they had one together Graham took out his phone and took one of him and Emma.

"Would you like to get a drink?" he asked Emma after all the pictures were taken.

She looked up to the bar to discover that Killian was nowhere to be seen. Trying not to seem disappointed she replied, "Uh, sure, why not?"

The rest of the night Emma and Graham sat together and talked and drank. It felt like the old days. Which is exactly why Emma realized that her and Graham weren't going to work out. She was having fun with him, but she wasn't feeling the excitement she had when talking to Killian earlier. Even when he pulled her on his lap, she felt like she was sitting with her best friend not somebody she wanted to potentially sleep with.

After a few drinks and two rounds of pool, Emma decided to call it a night. Graham walked with her out to her car. She opened the door to her bug, but before she got in she turned to face Graham. Without saying a word she pulled him to her and kissed him. Graham was surprised, but he eventually caught on and engaged. Emma was hoping she'd feel something when they'd kiss to show her she was wrong about her earlier feelings, but not even a spark. He was a good kisser, but he didn't cause her to feel anything like she felt earlier with Killian.

Graham broke the kiss and stared at Emma before speaking.

"You didn't feel anything? Did you?" he asked quietly.

"If I'm being honest, no. I tried, but nothing."

"Me too."

"I guess we waited too long, huh?"

"Maybe, or maybe we're just meant to be best friends, and nothing more," he smiled at her.

"Truthfully, I think you and Ruby would be better together, I didn't notice until tonight."

"Ruby and I? Together? Well that's certainly not what I was expecting to hear."

"I'd rather you not wait to do something about that for another few years, if I could help it along. Thank you for a great evening though."

"You're welcome, at least now we can say that we tried and now we know."

"No regrets."

"No regrets. Goodnight, Emma"

"Goodnight, Graham.

Killian had left the bar after downing his second glass of rum. He couldn't stop looking at Emma and picturing her out of that bloody costume. He hadn't been thinking of her that way before, but tonight with everything out in the open for him to feast upon, he couldn't stop.

He drove all the way home thinking about her, and it was driving him mad. She was with Humbert, and there was nothing he could do about it. Graham got to hold and touch her, while all Killian got to do was look. When he finally made it home he was so wound up he knew he was going to have to do something about it. He walked straight into his bathroom, and not even bothering to take off the rest of his costume, he unlaced his pants and pulled his hardened cock free. He began to slowly rub himself up and down his shaft, closing his eyes. He pictured Emma stroking him, licking her lips in anticipation. He knew that he couldn't hold out for much longer. He spread his pre cum over his cock and pumped faster and faster. When he finally came it was hard, and he let out a ravenous moan.

He knew he hadn't had sex in a while, but even when Milah wanted to wait and he would take care of himself he never felt like that thinking about her. He knew that he was fucked, figuratively, after tonight. He wouldn't be able to get her out of his head. He didn't know what was worse, his heartbreak over Milah, or knowing he could never have Emma.

As Emma drove home she thought about Killian. She knew he was good looking from the moment she opened the door the night they met. The man was practically sex on legs, but she had figured him to be a playboy. Nobody who knows they look like that, would be modest with women. He had an innuendo for everything.

Tonight though, she had found him attractive in a way that made wetness pool between her legs. It irritated her. She hadn't realized it was him, and when she did it was too late. She was on fire, and she had to get away from him. There was no way he could ever know that he made her core clench and write inside. That would make her putty in his hands.

When she got home she noticed that all the lights were off. She quietly walked through the loft and went upstairs to her room. As she took off her costume she remembered the way Killian was staring at her earlier at the bar. She took of her bodice and tutu and was left standing in the mirror wearing only her crown, tights and shoes. She felt her tights growing wet again, and she knew that if she didn't so something she would never be able to sleep.

Damning Killian, she took off her crown and laid on her bed. She pulled down her tights, not even bothering to pull them down all the way, and she stroked her finger through her folds and sure enough she was soaking wet. She stuck two fingers inside and placed her thumb on her clit and began rubbing and pumping her fingers in a fast paced rhythm. It had been over a year since she last had sex with anyone, and she knew that she wasn't going to last long. She pictured Killian pinning her against the bar and running his hands over her legs and skimming her backside, and before she knew it she exploded and as she felt her orgasm running through her, all she could think about was how she would feel if her were the one touching her.

After she came down from her high she cleaned up and finished taking off the rest of her costume. She had no idea why this had happened to her, but she was frustrated that Killian Jones had gotten to her. She wished she could feel this way for Graham, but she knew that that was not an option. Telling herself that she was just overdue for sex, she turned off the lights, and hoped she would be over whatever it was that happened tonight.

Hopefully that little bit of smut will tide you over. Leave me your thoughts!