A/N: This chapter is the first one told from Killian's POV in 'Like You Do.' I have had numerous people ask for a chapter from his perspective and thought this was a good time to include it. That being said, I could be convinced to do another in the remaining chapters. It starts with the tail end of one of his baseball games and then includes happy fluff and morning after smuff with Emma and Killian. And of course, fear not, so many internal thoughts about how much Killian loves Emma. Hope you guys enjoy!

It wasn't normal protocol on many baseball teams, to have the shortstop join in on the pitcher/catcher talks, but Killian had never been a normal player, and this had never been a normal team. David was currently trying to close out the game, and was three strikes away from clinching the top spot in the impending playoffs. This was their last year, and they wanted to make it all the way. To do that, David needed to deliver.

"This prick is getting inside your head, Dave, don't let him do that." David nodded but Killian could see that it still wasn't connecting. He scanned the crowd, hoping Mary Margaret was still in her spot beside Emma, and she was there. "Your girl is here, mate, so if you have to, do it for her. Make it a duel for her love or something, wherever you need to go in your head, but this is your moment. Let's do this." With that, Killian moved back to his spot, just feet away from David and looked on as his co captain lined up the pitch and delivered, a perfect fast ball, right in the pocket and the crowd was on their feet, no one louder than Emma and Mary Margaret.

The next pitch came in – swing and a miss. Two down, bases loaded, and this was the moment of truth. David committed, sent out the pitch and the ball was hit. It should have flown past him, should have been at least a single, but it was like time slowed down just enough for Killian to hold it off. He stared at the ball, caught in his glove as the stands erupted and his teammates swarmed him, with David reaching him first. It was an amazing feeling, getting their team to the playoffs, but it would never compare to the one thing that truly mattered in his life.

Looking back up in the stands his eyes met Emma's who was cheering like a real fan and he couldn't help but grin at her. Her being there, that was the real win in his life. He didn't need the glory of taking a team that had never done well to some benign victory. In her green eyes, he saw the future he would give anything to have. For now though, he had to hold off. He was still a Captain, and Captains didn't walk off the field to drag their girl friends to some private corner when they had an obligation to their team and their coaches to see this through to the end. Still it was tedious to have to wait first on the field and then in the locker room where they had their pep talks for the impending games. His life was about to get even busier than it had been in the regular season, and that was less than desirable.

"You as over these locker room meetings as I am?" David asked and Killian nodded, appreciating that his best mate understood the situation. Both of them had always given a hundred percent to this team, and they wanted to see all of that hard work through to the end, but damn if it didn't just all seem so trivial. They were mere weeks from graduating, and then the world was theirs to sink or swim in. No one cared if you won a trophy in division two baseball. It certainly wasn't going to convince Emma to marry him.

His heart started pounding harder than it had been throughout all of the game before, as it did each time he thought about asking her. It was too soon, way too soon, and he knew that. Even if Emma was in love with him, she had certain goals that she needed to address before committing to something like that out right. She was heading to graduate school at Boston University come September, and, if she signed on for an intensive winter session, would be graduating the following May.

For Killian, though, it was different. He'd known after meeting her only once that he was in love with her, and he'd felt at the end of their first date three years later that she was the one. No other woman would ever compare to his Swan, and he would do whatever it took to secure that she was always by his side. If that meant waiting until she was ready, it was a small price to pay.

Finally, nearly an hour later, the team was free to do what they pleased with the remainder of their Saturday, and all Killian could think was that he wanted to find –

"Nice game you had there, Captain." Killian turned to find Emma leaning against the wall by the entrance to the sports complex, and without words he stalked over to her and pulled her against him, bringing his lips down to hers for a kiss. She wrapped her arms around him, her fingers running through his hair and against his back sending any thoughts of his duty to the team or the future scattering. All there was now was Emma.

"Do you want to know the best part?" He asked as he pulled away. Emma nodded, clearly very interested in his experience. Killian held her hand in his, intertwining their fingers. "The best part was my lovely girlfriend cheering me on. You're a bloody distraction, but in the best way." Emma smiled but there was a hint of anxiety in her features.

"Was I really distracting? I don't want you to –" Before she could continue with whatever crazy words came next, Killian kissed her again, just as demanding as before, and he loved that Emma gave in just as swiftly. She was always so responsive, always just as desirous as he was, so that when they were together, every time there were fireworks.

"You are perfect Emma. I like having you close. I like having you where I can see you." She smiled at that, and the sight made Killian's heart skip.

"I hate to interrupt," David said from behind them, causing Killian and Emma to turn to see his best mate and Mary Margaret. "But we were thinking of hitting Patty's tonight and skipping the party at Kappa."

"Swan?" She shook her head and raised her hand as if surrendering.

"Don't look at me. You won the game, you get to decide." Killian considered for a moment.

"I rather like the idea of an evening with our friends and a pint over another drunken party." Emma gave a sigh of relief, and Killian couldn't hold back the laughter that came from seeing her reaction.

"Oh thank God. Not that I wouldn't have gone, but I hate frat parties."

"Oh trust me, we know." David's words were in jest of course, but they were still true. Both Emma and Mary Margaret had countless times articulated their lack of interest in such expeditions, and to be honest, they'd never really appealed to Killian either, beyond the fact that he always got to drink for free.

The afternoon went by much as they typically did on Saturdays when the team played at home. Before going out and being surrounded by people once more, Killian sought out a way for he and Emma to have a little time to themselves. Today's means of securing such solitude was a walk through the green house and then out in the pastures.

"You know what's weird?" Emma began, "I have never really known any of the kids studying agriculture. I know some of the veterinary school kids, but there are students here who go to four years of classes about plants, and crop cycles."

"There are not many of them left. Most of them are in some sort of interdisciplinary major. You know David started freshman year thinking he was going to be a tree surgeon." Killian delivered the joke so believably that Emma gaped at him.

"You're kidding." The mask he'd been wearing crumbled and he nodded.

"Aye love, I'm teasing. But whoever has chosen this course of study, I feel indebted to them. Because they've given us this." Emma nodded as they both looked around the greenery in the outdoor garden. Spring was definitely here now, and all around there were flowers in bright colors scattered amongst patches of varying grass. There were a few other students milling about, some working on soil samples and tending to the plants themselves, but they weren't intrusive.

"You have a gift, you know." Emma's words were a little random, but Killian poured on the charm, just to watch the sarcastic smile he knew Emma would give him in return.

"I have many gifts love, as you well know." Emma rolled her eyes but still brought him down for a quick kiss before pulling back.

"The gift I was referring to is about your knack for finding the beauty in what other people miss. The observatory, this green house, me…" Killian stopped walking and pulled Emma back into him, watching as her eyes grew wider when she they were chest to chest.

"You were never missing or hidden, love. I've always seen you, and I always will." She licked her lips, and Killian tracked the motion, barely able to restrain himself from kissing her again.

"I know, and I love you for that." Giving in, Killian kissed her lightly.

"I love you for everything that you are, Emma. Never forget that." This time it was Emma who pulled him back, wanting so much more than their being out in the open could allow, but with a groan and a promise that they could return to her room straight away, he managed to convince the love of his life to hold off just a little longer.

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Killian had always been an early riser. All his life, the sun had risen and he had too, but lately, he'd been sleeping in later and later on Sundays. The reason for that? His Emma was not a morning person and Killian would rather spend hours more in bed so he could hold her than put any distance between them.

Take this morning for instance. He'd been up nearly an hour already, but he'd hardly moved an inch, not wanting to disturb the vision before him. Though Killian knew Emma had been letting more and more of her guard down as the weeks went on, there were still few moments when she appeared as peaceful as she did in sleep. Her golden hair fell all over the place on the pillow, her hands were always wrapped around him, and sometimes, like right now, her mouth curled up in what was almost a smile. Killian couldn't help but kiss her temple as he tried to settle himself back down and think about everything that was coming.

Certainly now he had more games to prepare for, but they also had the typical run of the mill graduation fan fare, like a spring concert and the week-long pilgrimage to Boston all the seniors made as the school prepared for the big celebration. Then the day would be here, sooner than he could even grasp, when college would be over, and when the rest of his life would be staring him in the face.

"It's hard to sleep when your bedmate is thinking so loud." Emma's mumbled words beside him pulled a grin to Killian's face.

"Is that so?" She moved closer to him finally opening her green eyes that still looked a little dreamy.

"Yes, it is. What can I do?" Just the fact that Emma wanted to be there for him if there was a problem felt like enough, especially since there wasn't really a problem to be faced.

"Oh you know me, Swan. Considering the meaning of life, grappling with theories on time and space." Emma laughed and shook her head.

"You're thinking about graduation and what comes after this."

"Why ask if you already know?" Emma considered his question for a moment.

"Maybe I like the cute little ways you try to deflect." Killian grumbled a little bit and she kissed him lightly. "Or maybe I want to remind you that I'm here and we can talk about anything if you want to."

"I was thinking about the future, love." Killian ran his fingers through her blonde hair and watched as she shivered lightly from the touch.

"Are you nervous?" She asked.

"Will you be with me?" She nodded, a small smile coming back to her lips. "Then no, Emma. I'm not nervous. As long as we're together, my future looks pretty damn good."

"You know what all your sweet words do to me, Killian." The sultry tone of her voice in that moment, made any control that Killian had been grappling with this morning slip, and as he watched heat grow in Emma's gaze, he couldn't help the surge in his own wanting.

"Just a happy side effect, I assure you, for I'd say them anyways." That was enough to have his Emma straddling over him, her blonde hair falling around like a curtain over part of her face.

"You might be the only guy alive charming enough to make sweet words sound as hot as when you talk dirty to me." Killian ran his hands underneath the cotton t-shirt she'd been wearing to sleep and reveled in the way her breaths grew more labored as he made his way up her stomach to her breasts.

"I'm definitely the only guy who'll be making you hot from now on, Emma." She nodded, whether or not she'd meant to, for she was a little distracted with his ministrations. "Isn't that right, love?"

"Oh you wanted an answer outright? I assumed this was a rhetorical question." The playful she tossed his way was the last straw, and before she could resist, Killian had flipped their positions. "But yes, you're the only guy. Just you."

"I love you, Emma." She ran a hand across his cheek.

"I know you do. It's not like you're trying to hide it." He grinned, a wicked thought coming to his mind, about how he could flip those words around on her.

"Neither of us hides from the other, love." Quickly, and with only minimal assistance from Emma, he stripped the shirt off of her and left her in only her panties before him. He kissed her passionately as his hands came to remove this last bit of fabric separating them, but he pulled back just as she was starting to get warmed up. Kissing down her neck, he made his way to her breasts, taking one of her pert nipples into his mouth and pulling a moan from her. Her hands moved to his hair to keep him there, as her legs seemed to understand his desire to rid her of the last of her clothing. Once the offending garment was removed, he moved to her other breast as one of his hands forced her legs farther apart, and the other trailed to her waiting sex.

"Killian!" She said as his thumb grazed her clit while two fingers thrust inside together. Her hips bucked up to meet his fingers absentmindedly and he grinned, pulling back from her breast.

"I'll always reward you for letting me in, love. For letting me see all of you." With that the kissed lower, his own desires pitching to the surface. He was hard and aching for release himself, but none of that mattered with Emma left unsatisfied. Even if he knew she would keep her promises, even if he knew that she loved him as much as he loved her, he liked to have just a little insurance. Giving her the most exquisite pleasure seemed a very good inducement for her to stay after all.

When he pulled her up slightly to gain access to her sex, and when he swiped his tongue against her, Emma writhed with pleasure. She was just about there, at that mindless point where one toed the line between pleasant pressure and orgasmic relief. With just a few flicks of his tongue, the tension in her snapped, and she cried out his name as she shattered. Still Killian wasn't done. He was hungry for more of her, absolutely determined to remind her that she was his just as he would always be hers.

"Killian, I can't." He growled and the vibrations had Emma moaning again.

"You can and you will. Let me give you this, please." The slight begging seemed all Emma needed and her head tossed back, her hands clutching at the blanket on the bed. Killian would love to see her eyes as she chased another climax, but he knew soon enough he could watch the glint of light that only came when she was in the throws of passion. This time though, it was about Emma.

"I need more," she said and Killian gave it to her by using his hands along with his tongue, inciting Emma to cry out again. "Fuck, that's so good, just like that." The pride that filled his chest at hearing Emma's praise fueled him further until finally he claimed another of her orgasms and finally pulled away.

"What do you need now, Emma?"

"Just you." His whole body was humming with anticipation as he slid into her and allowed himself a moment to feel, not for the first time how absolutely perfect they were together. She fit him like a glove, and the breathy little sighs that she made as she waited for him to set the pace set him on fire. When he was moving against her, she met him thrust for thrust as she demanded his lips on hers. It was overwhelming and fantastic, but too soon he was reaching his breaking point. He used his thumb to swirl around her clit and Emma broke the kiss on a moan.

"Let go, Emma."

"Come with me and I will." He groaned out and did exactly that, mesmerized for a long time afterwards by the flush that always crept across her body in the aftermath of sex. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and she was smarter than he could ever hope to be himself. Her kindness knew no bounds, and her passion was something truly remarkable. Emma Swan might not have been perfect, for everyone had flaws, but she was perfect for him.

"Have you given any more thought to your living arrangements once we get to Boston in the fall?" Emma nodded.

"Mary Margaret, Belle and Ruby all want to find a place together in the city." Killian nodded, assuming that would be the case.

"What do you want, love?"

"I want to be close to you." He smiled.

"That's a given, Swan. Just try and shake me." Emma bit her lip, now looking a little worried.

"You're not mad, are you?" She no doubt meant about them not moving in together.

"No, love, I'm not mad. I'm in this for the long haul, and I can wait as long as it takes."

"I think a year should do it." He smiled at that.

"I'm going to hold you to that." Emma snuggled closer to him and smiled once more.

"See that you do, Captain." He groaned, so tempted to keep her in this bed all day, but Killian also knew that the rest of their time on this campus, and at this point in their lives, was limited. They should be making the most of every moment, and that was what he intended to do right now. Rising from the bed, he looked at a questioning Emma and smirked.

"I know you're trying to lure me back into bed, love, but I have a plan for today, and I don't think you'll want to miss it." She got up too, and Killian pushed down the rush of lust that coursed through him at seeing her naked. She walked straight up to him, kissed him lightly and smiled.

"Where you lead, I will always follow." Maybe that was true, but so was the reverse, for Killian would follow her to the ends of time and space if it only meant another moment with his lovely Swan.

Post-Note: Loved writing this chapter, because fluffy Killian POV's are some of my favorites to explore. Now the question is, did you guys like it? Tell me what you guys are thinking, and what else you'd like to see from this story. There's only so much time left in their school year and I would love to insert as many of the tropes you guys like as I can in the remaining chapters. As always, thanks for reading, and hope you're all having a good week!