"Jones?" she gasped out, taking in that familiar smirk and the twinkle that was usually present behind his eyes, whenever he was looking at her. "What are you doing here?"

"Dinner with David," he replied mechanically. "Wow… you um… you look…" He waved a hand up and down her body as if that would explain everything, while Emma looked down at herself.

She'd forgotten that he'd never seen her in anything more fancy than jeans and a shirt before. And now she was stood in front of him in what was quite possibly the tightest dress she'd ever owned, with her boobs pushed up a little higher than usual thanks to her extremely uncomfortable, but truly wonderful, bra.

"You look incredible," he finally praised, as he brought a hand up to stroke his thumb across his bottom lip.

That innocent action had never seemed so flirtatious before.

"Thanks." Emma blushed fiercely under his compliment. "You scrub up quite well yourself." She'd never seen Jones in a suit before either, and although he was without a tie, and the top few buttons of his shirt were undone, everything about him screamed professional and sexy that evening.

"You, um… you should wear dresses more often," he suggested with a slightly awkward chuckle. One that Emma matched, as she imagined the look on Gloria's face if she turned up for work next weekend in what she was currently wearing.

The poor woman would probably have a stroke.

"I'll take that under advisement."

"Are you uh… are you having a good night?" he finally asked.

Emma's eyes narrowed a little as she realized that she'd never heard Jones sound so hesitant before. It took her a few seconds longer to work out that he was having trouble stopping his eyes from dropping up and down her figure, and that every time he did, they seemed to darken just that little bit more.

"My eyes are up here, Sailor," she teased, as she watched his gaze drop once again, lingering over the exposed flesh just above her chest, before he snapped it back up to meet her eyes at the sound of her voice.

There was a moment where Emma was sure he was about to apologize to her for acting less than gentlemanly. But instead, what came out was, "Oh fuck it," before his hands were on her hips, pushing her back gently into the wall behind them as his lips dropped down to cover hers.

Jones had never kissed her with the kind of passion he showed that evening.

Emma dropped her bag in favor of sliding her hands up his arms to tangle her fingers through his hair, as he deepened their kiss. His tongue was hot and demanding against her own, dominating her mouth with his urgent passion. Jones alternated between sucking her top lip between his own, and nipping softly at the bottom one, as his hands wrapped around her waist, dragging her body tighter into his embrace.

She hadn't realized that he'd wedged his left leg between both of hers until she began grinding down against it in her desperation for more. A part of her was sure that would be the moment he'd chose to stop things, but Jones simply moaned hungrily, as he wrenched his mouth away from hers to begin brushing soft kisses over the exposed skin of her collarbone.

"Fuck me. You even taste as good as you look," he mumbled, drawing his tongue from the strap of her dress on one side of her shoulders, slowly over to the other.

"Oh God." Emma was dizzy from both his attention and his urgency. She dropped her head back against the wall as she allowed one of her hands to slide down from where it had been threaded through his hair, to tease along the line of his belt.

As she inched ever closer to the buckle, Jones's senses seemed to snap back to him slightly, and he pulled her hand away to pin it above her head, against the wall behind them.

"Patience," he told her.

But Killian's voice seemed to stick in his throat, as he watched the lust behind her eyes darken them impossibly further at the feel of the firm hold he had around her wrist.

To make matters worse, Emma's hips bucked up into his own, brushing against his straining arousal as she moaned wantonly for him.

Killian tightened his grip on her hip as he pushed her back into the wall, holding her firmly in place while Emma moaned once more at the way he had her restrained.

"Holy fuck," he gasped, as he was suddenly struck with the realization that his sweet girlfriend might be slightly kinkier than he had ever imagined her to be. He dropped his head down to her shoulder as he used his teeth to tug gently at the strap of her dress. "You're gonna be the death of me."

Emma might have been pinned to the wall, but she still found a way to maneuver herself so her mouth was as close to his ear as she could possibly get it, to whisper teasingly, "But wouldn't it be such a wonderful way to go?" To emphasize her point she bit down gently on his lobe, and this time, Killian was the one who couldn't stop the way his hips jerked up to meet hers, as wave after wave of lust crashed through his veins.

He wasn't sure he'd ever been that aroused before.

"We um… we shouldn't be doing this here," he tried again. Although Emma suspected that he was trying to reason with himself, more than he was trying to reason with her.

"Then why don't you take me home?" she suggested, fighting against the grip he still had on her hip, to grind down into him once more.

Jones pulled back at her words, and Emma half expected him to put a stop to their actions completely. But before he could say anything else, another voice that she didn't recognize called out, "What the fuck is going on in here?"

The look on Jones's face told Emma that he knew exactly who had walked in on the two of them. She watched as he pulled back just far enough to allow her to wiggle her dress back down into place without being seen, before he took a full step back to put some distance between the two of them.

"Well?" the new guy demanded. "Is someone gonna tell me what's going on here?"

Emma looked between Jones and the guy stood opposite him, with his arms folded tightly over his chest and a look of disproval on his face, as she tried to work out what was happening.

"David, this is Emma," Killian finally explained, as he gestured to the woman at his side. "My girlfriend," he added suddenly, sending her one of his softer smiles, the kind she'd only ever seen him aim her way.

"Girlfriend?" David scoffed. "You've got to be kidding me. She's a child, Killian. Look at her."

"I have," he spat out through clenched teeth. "And I can assure you, Emma is most certainly not a child."

"Oh yeah? How old are you, Emma?" David turned to level her with the same judgmental look he'd been offering to his friend since he'd interrupted them. But he was pushing all of the wrong buttons, with the wrong person.

Emma Swan didn't often allow herself to be drawn into conflict, but when she did, she never backed down.

"That's none of your fucking business."

"Jesus David, she's old enough," Killian protested.

"Old enough?" He laughed sardonically, and Emma cringed at the tone. She knew that whatever was coming next, neither of them were gonna like. "Do you know who else says that, Killian? Perverts."

"I'm not a fucking pervert," he shot back, taking a menacing step forward. Emma moved with him, bringing a hand up to rest against his chest. She wasn't sure if it was more for comfort, or for restraint, but she watched as Jones relaxed his shoulders a little at the contact.

"I'm old enough to legally drink; drive; smoke; buy a gun and, more importantly, consent to sex in every state of this country," she explained. "So why don't you take your judgmental crap and get the hell out of here?"

"What are you doing?" David asked Killian, as he took a step closer to the other man, completely ignoring Emma's words. "You have a beautiful woman sat at our table waiting for you, who also happens to be the same age as you are. And yet… here you are, making out with someone who barely looks like she's old enough to have graduated college."

The moment David had finished speaking, Emma snatched her hand back as her eyes widened in shock. Her mind was busy replaying exactly what he'd just said, to double check she'd heard him correctly.

"Emma," Jones began carefully, reaching for her arm. But she took another step back before he could touch her.

"You're on a date?" she asked quietly. Her voice was deceptively calm, considering the storm that was brewing inside of her.

The look on Jones's face was all she needed to confirm his answer.

"You fucking asshole."

I'm sorry! Please don't hate me!

As many of you have already guessed, Emma's look here is based on Jen's look as Emma Swan in the pilot (only slightly younger) and Killian's is based on Colin's for the 100th Episode party.

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