Author's note: A college AU. Emma's stressed out from exams and Killian helps her relax. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Would I need to write these if this were happening on the show?

Just a Little Break

Emma crumpled up the offending paper and chucked it across the room. She missed her trash can by about three feet, but she was so frustrated that she hardly noticed. Killian, neat freak that he was, would no doubt clean it up later. He'd graciously left her alone for a few hours so she could get some studying done. Emma had five finals in four days plus a final paper due and she was about at her wits' end.

This is what you get for taking so many classes, she chided herself.

But she wanted to graduate the same semester as Killian so that they could leave this godforsaken place together and head out into the world. She already had a tentative job offer for the fall provided she graduated, which made her luckier than many of her classmates. She didn't want to screw it up.

Breathe, she thought. She got up and retrieved a glass of water from the kitchen, kicking aside a few used cartons of Chinese. Killian was going to kill her. He was literally the best boyfriend ever, but if they had one problem with living together it was her messiness. She was always leaving things lying around: her clothes, towels, dishes. Most of the time he took it in stride, cleaning up after her, ribbing her lackadaisical attitude toward cleanliness. God knew she loved him for it; she knew she wasn't the easiest person to live with. But he loved her, messiness and all.

Emma took the glass back into the bedroom with her and looked at her work. She had notes for three different classes spread out on the desk and floor. The one thing she wasn't worried about was her criminal justice class; she could ace that in her sleep. It was the others that she was worried about. She had an art history final that involved memorizing a bunch of paintings and their artists. And an astronomy final where she barely understood half of what was going on. Killian had promised to help her with that one; astronomy was his favorite thing aside from her. That was how they'd met back in her freshman year, taking the Introduction to Astronomy class. Emma wasn't a science person; she'd only taken it because her adviser recommended it. Three years later, she was glad she had, because it had brought Killian into her life.

The problem was she'd stupidly put off most of her required gen ed requirements until it was almost too late, wanting to focus on her pre law classes. Now, her final semester was filled with things most people took as sophomores and juniors and she was paying the price. At least her English and Spanish classes were giving her writing practice, even if her final paper for Spanish had to actually be in Spanish. Emma didn't even want to think about the stupid theater class her friend Mary Margaret had convinced her to take, insisting it would be fun. That was her last final; she could worry about it later.

Emma sat heavily in her desk chair and picked up her art history book. She flipped through the pages, trying in vain to memorize the paintings most likely to be on their exam. It wasn't long before she got frustrated again, the images blurring together. Maybe if she made flashcards?

"Why didn't I think of that before?" Emma said out loud. Energized for the moment, she dug out her scanner and her printer (okay, Killian's scanner and printer, but who was counting?) and got to work. It took longer than she expected, but after an hour of hunching over the heavy art book, she had a respectable amount of images to work with. Surely Killian would help her when he got home. He was at the astrolab working on some group project, as far as she knew.

Emma laid aside her half made flashcards and picked up her Spanish book. She flipped through the book, looking for the correct conjugation of the verb "overthrow"when her phone vibrated. She had it on "do not disturb" so it had to be Killian.

"Hey," she said, putting it on speaker.

"Evening, love," Killian replied, his accent tinny over the connection. "Fancy dinner?"

"Anything but Chinese," Emma said distractedly. Why didn't this damn book have a better index?

"Swan, are you still working?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, I was hoping to take you out, but..."

Emma frowned even though he couldn't see her. "Oh Killian, I would love to, but I just have too much work to do. Raincheck?"

Killian's huff echoed over the phone. "Very well. I'll bring us something. Would you like some help with that work?"

"You are a lifesaver, Jones."

"I am to please, darling. I'll be home soon." He hung up and Emma turned off her phone, turning back to her work. Maybe if she was lucky she'd get another page or so done before he got home.

"Swan!" Killian called, stepping into the apartment. She was nowhere to be seen, but the kitchen was a mess with Chinese cartons piled up near the trash can. That explained why she hadn't wanted Chinese for dinner. Killian sighed goodnaturedly as he pulled off his jacket. Always a mess, his Swan. He'd learned long ago to accept it as one of her quirks. If she put her towel in the hamper, he considered that a good day.

"Swan!" he called again, grabbing the bag of Italian he'd brought. It was her favorite; he figured after an afternoon of hard work she deserved it. And since she wouldn't go out, he'd bring the date like atmosphere to her.

"In the bedroom!"

Killian headed that way, coming up short when he stepped into the room. Emma had paper everywhere; her laptop was open, his printer and scanner nearby. Books were open; her glasses hung from the bridge of her nose. Her golden hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail and she wore one of his old sweatshirts that she'd artfully cut and a pair of very short shorts. It definitely was not what she'd been wearing when he left earlier that day. She looked good enough to eat and suddenly his pants were very tight.

"Um, love, did you have an accident?"

"What?" Emma replied, looking confused. Then she saw his wide eyes. "Oh. I had to change the ink in your printer and I got some on my clothes. No big deal."

She may not think it was a big deal, but those long legs were doing things to him that should be illegal. His Swan was gorgeous, blond hair, green eyes, delicate features, a body to die for. She was hard to resist on her worst day (and he'd seen her, tear tracks down her cheeks, awful bed head) and he adored her. They'd been together for three years now and he still wanted her just as much as he did in the beginning.

Killian nodded and toed off his boots and socks. He sat the bag of take out down by the door and headed over to her semi disaster area. "What are you working on?"

"Spanish," she said, putting a pen between her teeth and rifling through the book again. "Whoever said this was a good idea was an idiot."

Killian chuckled, tugging gently on her ponytail. "As the idiot in question, I think I'm offended by that, love."

"Oh right. Sorry."

"Think you can come away from there for a few minutes to eat?" His hands skimmed down along her neck, feeling the tension of her muscles.

"In a minute. I really need to finish this paragraph."

Killian bit his lip, the tightness in his pants not really lessening. Up close she was even more gorgeous (and from this angle he could see down her shirt). Gently, he started kneading her skin, massaging out the tension.

Emma moaned softly, before she realized what he was doing. "Killian..."

"Finish your paragraph," he said quietly. "But let me take care of you."

"If you keep that up, I won't be able to finish."

"Is that a bad thing?" He leaned down and kissed along her neck, nosing the wide neck of her sweatshirt down along her collar. He pressed his thumbs deeply into her flesh, working out the knots he found there. Emma groaned again, her pen falling to the desk.

"Oh right there," she breathed, leaning back into him.

Killian did she as asked, working the spot until the muscles gave way. He kissed the spot for good measure, loving the taste of her skin. "That's it, Swan. Just relax." He pushed her forward so her head rested on the desk. He slid his hands under her shirt to massage her back, his pants becoming uncomfortably tight at the sounds she made. He also realized she wasn't wearing a bra. He had to pause to adjust himself, knowing he wouldn't be satisfied until he had her.

Emma seemed to have a similar idea, pushing herself up and yanking him down for a kiss. It was sloppy and awkwardly angled but it didn't matter. "I missed you today," he murmured against her lips.

"How much?"

Killian worked her hand under the back of the chair so she could touch him. "That give you an idea, love?" He hissed as she brushed her fingers over the bulge in his pants, hips moving of their own accord.

"So a lot then," she said with a grin. Killian kissed her again before she could get any ideas, stealing her breath.

"You first," he said firmly. He brought her back so she faced away from him, his lips returning to the bare skin of her shoulder. His hands slipped down the neck of her shirt—thank god it was so wide—so he could tease her full breasts. He moaned, loving the feel of them in his hands. "You are trying to kill me, Swan."

"I...oh...I told you. Dirty." Her back arched and she reached up to tangle her fingers in his dark hair. "More."

Killian gave her nipples one final pinch before moving to pull the shirt from her body. Then he bent over her and caught one of them in his mouth, his light scruff teasing her sensitive skin. Emma mewled and arched, her hands diving into his hair, holding him in place. Waves of desire shot down her spine, setting her body alight. He knew every way to make her want; his mouth was a deadly weapon, she was certain.

Killian switched his attentions, latching onto her other breast, his hand sliding down her trembling stomach. He slipped under the waistband of her shorts, where he found her panties soaked. "Bloody hell," he bit out. "So hot for me, Swan."

Emma rolled her hips into his exploratory touch. "Touch me. Please, Killian."

Killian growled into her skin and yanked her underwear aside. His fingers rubbed at her sodden flesh, the heel of his hand grinding into her bare mound. Emma bit her lip to keep from crying out, pleasure shooting through her. "Oh yes. Don't stop."

Killian worked her nipples with his mouth and free hand, as the other stroked her. She bucked into his hand when he tapped her clit, the engorged nub throbbing. Emma spread her legs wide to give him better access, the pressure in her stomach building. "Ahhhh," she moaned. "I'm so close, Killian."

Killian teased her entrance with his fingers, his other hand sliding down to pinch her clit. Emma let out a sharp cry as her body shuddered, her climax washing over her. She bucked into his hand, riding it out on his fingers until she slumped back into the chair.

Killian kissed her neck, murmuring how beautiful he thought she was. Emma felt strangely empty, despite her intense high. "Again," she said breathlessly. "But I want you inside me."

"Fuck," Killian mumbled. He brought his drenched fingers up to her mouth. "Have a taste, love."

Emma enthusiastically licked his fingers clean, sucking on them like she did his cock. Killian fumbled with his pants, getting them open in record time. They fell over his hips, and he pushed down his boxer briefs, stepping out of them hastily. "Stand up, Swan," he ordered.

She did as he bid and he promptly turned the chair so that it faced the open closet door with its full length mirror. He sat and pulled Emma between his legs by the hips, kissing her stomach as he yanked the too short shorts down her lean legs. As soon as she was naked, he pulled her into his lap, legs hanging over his hips, her sensitive core rubbing his throbbing cock. Emma cupped his cheeks as she kissed him deeply, grinding her hips into his. Her movements were fluid and sensual, nearly driving him out of his mind.

He cupped her ass, kneading and squeezing, loving the way she felt in his arms. Emma moaned loudly; he knew how much she loved when he did that. Her hands flew to his shirt, unbuttoning it as quickly as her trembling fingers could. "Fuck, I want you," she hissed, nails scratching down his chest. Her back arched as she slid her wet folds over his cock. Killian lunged forward, mauling her breast with his mouth, hands sliding along the arch of her back.

"You are so fucking hot, love," he growled into her skin. "Want you so much."

"Killian..."

He pulled back and shrugged his shirt the rest of the way off so he was naked too. Then he urged her off his lap and spun her around so she faced the mirror. "Spread your legs and lean back, Swan." He stroked his cock, still glistening with her juices and Emma caught on instantly, a shudder rocking her body as she realized what he wanted. She stepped back between his spread legs and eased herself into his lap, sighing as she impaled herself on his long thick cock. Killian wrapped his strong arms around her, letting her gently ride him.

"Fuck, that feels good," she breathed, his cock hitting places rarely reached inside her.

"Look at us, Emma," he whispered in her ear.

She opened her eyes and looked into the mirror, her breath hitching as she took in the sight. Killian held her firmly as she undulated in his lap, his cock sliding in and out of her heat. "Oh my god." Heat flooded her, and Killian moaned, feeling her get wetter with every rock of her hips.

"Does this make you hot, Swan?" he asked, one hand reaching up to fondle her breast. "Watching us?"

Emma inhaled sharply, nodding. She covered his hand with hers, kneading the slightly bouncing flesh. "You feel so good inside me, Killian. So thick and full. Fuck."

"Faster, love," he said, giving her a tiny thrust of his hips. "I want to watch you come."

Emma bit her lip, bracing her hands on his knees. She moved faster, her thrusts getting sloppy, chasing release. Killian slid his other hand to where they were joined, rubbing her clit vigorously. Emma's eyes remained locked with his in the mirror as she rode him to orgasm, Killian holding her against him as she tumbled over the edge, his name a prayer on her lips.

He didn't give her a chance to breathe, picking her up bodily and pressing her against the mirrored door. He slipped back inside her, telling her how perfect she was as his hips snapped hard into hers. Watching her come just made him hotter, and he fucked her hard and deep, grinning wickedly when she cried out a third time. He spilled himself soon after, hips stuttering as he breathed her name.

Emma was boneless in his arms and he caught her around the middle before she could fall. Killian helped her into the bed, brushing a kiss across her brow before leaving to fetch a washcloth. She shivered as he cleaned her up; her body still sensitive after so many orgasms in such a short time. After returning the washcloth to the bathroom, he came back, crawling in next to her.

"Swan?"

"Hmmm?" She sounded dreamily blissed out, not looking at him.

"Relaxed now, love?" He skimmed her stomach with his hand, unable to stop from touching her even now.

"Yeah, thanks."

"You work too hard," he chided, kissing her shoulder.

"'S almost over," she mumbled, threading their fingers together over her stomach.

"Still, I wouldn't mind giving you a...break, every once in a while."

"Is that what this was? A break?"

"Of course, Swan. I told you, I was merely taking care of you."

She finally turned her head, eyes opening to look at him. The green orbs sparkled with adoration. "You're the best, you know that?"

He grinned at her wickedly. "No need to praise my considerable skills, Swan. I already love you."

Emma rolled her eyes. "You know what I meant."

He leaned down and kissed her chastely. "Aye, I do."

"Still going to help me with my astronomy?"

"Of course." His eyes raked over her nude form. "Perhaps we could make a game of it, yeah?"

Emma laughed. "I need to actually learn this stuff, you know."

His fingers tightened on hers. "We'll get you through it. Never fear."

"I started to make flashcards for art history too. Would you..."

"Consider it done," he said before she could finish.

Emma flushed, all too aware of how much he gave in their relationship. "I promise I'll make it up to you."

Killian smiled down at her. Just having her there with him was more than enough. "Well, Liam still insists we take his condo in Florida for the summer. And I've got some money saved. What do you think, Swan? A little vacation before starting work?"

"An entire summer with you? And no work? Count me in."