Just bordering on M for this one. It also got a bit lengthy because sometimes I can't help myself. In honor of vacation, here is a vacation fic.

Come home with me

The first time he sees her is at the beach, the early morning sun rays bouncing off a gorgeous mane of gold, the water and her eyes sparkling as she laughs in the waves with her friends. He sits down on the sand and watches for what could be considered too long to be observing a stranger, but he can't help it. He's drawn to the gleeful smile on her face as she splashes in the ocean.

When something swims too close to her beneath the water, she shrieks and laughs and attempts to climb the sandy blonde gentleman next to her, but he just tosses her back into the waves. Shortly after, there's a cry of victory as she and another woman with short brown hair wrestle the guy under the water in retaliation.

He's still planted in the sand by the dunes when they wander out of the ocean and he's not prepared for the expanse of skin he sees, the black bikini leaving her stomach exposed to his wandering eyes. Ever thankful for sunglasses, he tries to keep his focus on the ocean while catching glances of long legs and sandy feet. While he's some distance from her, he can see the effects of sun on her shoulders, pink tinting the creamy skin, and he wonders if she freckles when she tans and how those freckles would taste were he to use his tongue to trace the constellations onto her skin.

It's this thought that finally rouses him from his thoughts, because it is far too early in the day to be dealing with a dirty mind, and he doesn't even know the lass. He tries not to make it a habit to have lewd fantasies about women he's not even acquainted with. With one final peek, he soaks up the sight of her spread across a beach blanket and propped up by her elbows. Her wet hair is piled high on her head with large sunglasses perched on her face which she tilts back to catch as much sunlight as possible. He sighs and looks up and down the stretch of beach, noticing that far more people are gathering as the sun reaches its full height, and he knows it's time to leave.

As he wanders through the access point, he doesn't look back, and thus misses the object of his attentions looking over her shoulder and watching him go.

The next time he sees her, he's at the bar inside the hotel where he's staying for another two weeks. He's not even paying attention to his surroundings, instead sipping his rum and reading over the reports on the new restaurant his fishing company will be supplying if all goes accordingly, and then she's just there. She's leaning over the bar, trying to catch the eye of the leggy brunette tending the bar, who may be a little more occupied with the guy who introduced himself as "Victor" earlier. After another failed wave attempt, Killian leans slightly towards her and speaks up.

"Her name is Ruby, if that'll help," he offers up. The blonde turns her head quickly in his direction when he speaks, and his breath is stolen away by the green that fills his vision.

"Friend of yours?" Her eyebrow goes up with the end of her question, and Killian fights back a smile.

"Not quite. I overheard her loudly introducing herself to this fellow here." He nods his head to the man a few seats down.

He's delighted when his response warrants a smirk and her eyes seem to actually focus on him when she looks back again.

"Yeah? Well, thanks for the tip," she responds, and then she finally gains Ruby's attention. She orders three drinks and Killian contemplates saying something more to her. Before he has a chance, the man that was with her at the beach appears between them and Killian is perceptive enough to notice the implied barrier.

While he's not convinced Prince Charming would actually hurt someone not directly threatening the safety of his friends, the shared look between himself and this guy is one he understands, and he quirks and eyebrow at him before returning to his reports. He's willing to fight for what he wants, he's just smart enough to deal with the woman directly instead of what looks to be her brother. It's as much her choice to speak to him as it is his. So he decides to wait.

Words are exchanged between the two strangers, but he's sure he hears a harsh whisper of "be nice" come from her. He smiles to himself, but attempts to school his features so as to not start trouble. She sends him away with two of the drinks and waits for Ruby to finish mixing hers. When it's in hand, Blondie glances his way and smiles. Killian returns it and winks, a message of understanding and invitation to come chat with him if the chance arises.

He's just finishing his drink and straightening up the paperwork he brought with him when she appears again to order more drinks. This time she calls directly for Ruby to pull her away from conversation with Victor.

"I'll take two more beers, a ginger ale for my lightweight friend, and whatever this gentleman will be having," she says, gesturing to Killian.

"Same?"

He nods at Ruby's question and turns his attention back to his benefactor.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"You've been sitting here frowning for the last half hour. Figured you could use it," she says offhandedly. He can't stop the wide grin from spreading across his face.

"So you were watching me?"

"I can take it back." He notices the crease between her eyebrows but there's still a hint of a smile, so he's not in too much trouble for picking on her.

"Apologies, lass. Thank you for the drink."

"No problem. One sec." She grabs one of the beers and the ginger ale when Ruby sets them down and runs off to wherever her friends are seated. She returns just as Ruby slides the tumbler of rum to Killian. "You're not over here working too hard, are ya?"

"Just finished working, actually. Which is the cause behind the face you likely noticed earlier."

"Who works on vacation?"

"Who says I'm on vacation?"

"Touché," she responds quickly. He notices that she hasn't returned to her friends and wonders if he should ask, if it would end her standing here talking to him if he did. When she settles onto the bar stool next to his, he decides to take the chance.

"Won't your friends be missing you?"

"Mary Margaret has probably dragged my brother back to the room for some late night activities that I would rather not think about." She pauses after she says this before looking at him out of the corner of her eye. "I may have bribed her to do that."

He can't quite help the bark of laughter at the unexpected turn in his evening.

Over the next hour and a half, he learns her name is Emma, that she's on vacation with her brother and his fiancée, and that while doors separate the room where David and Mary Margaret are sleeping, it's only because they're staying in a suite so she has no real privacy and neither do they. This whole bribery arrangement worked out for the benefit of all, he decides. He also discovers that her addition to the trip was last minute, that David insisted after she spent too long moping around (reason withheld) that she get out of the city (also withheld) and join them.

He tells her that his name is Killian, and that he's not really on vacation but just conducting business (nature of said business withheld), that he's there for two more weeks, and he's just as happy here as he was back home (location also withheld) because he's just as alone here as he is anywhere else in the world. She doesn't look at him with pity after he says this, she looks at him and understands.

Ten minutes later, she has him pressed up against the wall by the elevator on the floor where her room is located, kissing him senseless and he's wondering if he accidentally drank too much at the bar and passed out, because this could only be a dream. He stays against the wall even after she's whispered goodnight against his lips and wandered halfway down the hall to the door that must be their room. He stifles a laugh when she presses her ear against the door first, then flashes him a smile and a quick wave when her keycard is accepted. When she disappears and the sound of the door closing echoes down the hall, Killian reaches up to touch his lips and turns to fetch the next elevator down three floors to retire to his own room.

He sees her for the tenth time as the first week of his vacation is drawing to a close. They're tucked into one side of a booth in the back of the hotel bar, where David and Mary Margaret have wished them goodnight. Killian and Emma tried not to give each other looks as Mary Margaret explained that they were just too tired, and they wanted to get some sleep before their last full day of vacation. Hearing that was almost enough to put a damper on the whole evening for Killian, but he's making the most of it instead of wondering what will happen once Emma leaves to return to wherever she's from.

But they have tonight, and tomorrow night, and a future unknown, so Killian decides to make the most of it by spending as much time getting to know Emma as he possibly can. As they talk, he begins to suspect Emma has ulterior motives when her hand finds its way to his thigh. She leans a little closer and her hand climbs a little as their conversation continues.

"Bloody hell, Swan," he grits out when her pinky finger hits the top of his inseam. He's almost painfully hard but still refusing to move further. For as much as he's decided to abide by the concept of carpe diem and all that shite, he also knows that the woman next to him is worth more than just a single night. Before her hand can travel any further up, he grabs it and levels her with a look. "This hand of yours is leading me to some rather ungentlemanly thoughts, love."

"I was trying to send a hint." The response comes with a knowing smile.

"I didn't want to be presumptuous."

"Maybe I'm asking you to be presumptuous."

"Come home with me."

"That's the spirit!"

Before he can say another word, Emma is sliding out of the booth and dragging him along. She tempts him to the point that he almost teases her on the elevator, but manages to restrain himself.

This night, even with the smiles on both their faces, feels a lot like the end. So he says goodbye as he takes her up against the door. She says farewell as she rides him on the plush chair at the desk. They both say I'll be seeing you when they fall to the sheets and fucking turns to something that resembles making love even though they've only known each other for a week.

It's the reason he blurts out "Boston" with her head cradled on his shoulder, her body molded against his as they both teeter that edge of sleeping. Her hand only pauses momentarily from its job of drawing indecipherable designs through the hair on his chest. He doesn't look at her, just continues to draw his fingers through her hair, which really is what started this all when it caught the reflections of the ocean and the sun on his very first day here. Her fingers trace their patterns once more and he knows if he concentrates hard enough that he would feel the word that he just said as she spells it against his skin.

Everything else he leaves to fate. There can't be that many Killian Joneses in the universe, but finding someone usually starts with a name and a city. He'll leave the rest up to Emma and chance.