Author's note: Little high school AU smut. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Ha!

Hugh School Fun

"Emma, look!" Ruby hissed, tugging on her arm. "There he is!"

Emma had to bite back a scowl as she looked in the direction her friend was pointing. No one knew she and Killian were together. Not even her closest friend. Dealing with Ruby's crush on the newcomer to their little private school was one of the more unfortunate consequences of that.

Not that she blamed her friend. When Emma had first met him, she'd been stunned by his looks as well. A bit gangly to some, but he was definitely cute. And the first time she'd heard him speak? Yeah, she was done for.

And for some reason, he wanted to be with her.

So why didn't anyone know? It wasn't that she was ashamed or anything. She was just selfish. Growing up the way she did, she rarely had anything that belonged to just her. She almost always had to share with one of the other kids. It had been two years since Miss Blanchard had adopted her, but Emma couldn't seem to shake the foster kid mindset. She hoarded the few belonging she had and that apparently included her new boyfriend.

So she deflected. "Yeah, it's a boy, Ruby. Last time I checked there were a lot of them around here."

Ruby mock glared at her friend. Fortunately, Ruby was used to Emma's sarcasm. "That's not just any boy, Emma, and you know it."

"It is because he's foreign?" Killian's parents had moved he and his brother to the States from England, as such he was used to the whole private school lark.

"No!" Emma raised a credulous brow. Ruby deflated. "Okay, maybe. Even you have to admit the accent is hot."

Emma shrugged. "I hadn't really noticed." Which obviously was a lie. He sat next to her in their chemistry class; before they'd started dating, she'd lived to hear him pronounce the names the chemicals they worked with.

"You're a terrible liar, Emma."

If you only knew, she thought. "Whatever. Now that you've done your daily gawking, we should get to class."

Ruby hefted her bag. "Yeah, the image is ruined now that he's talking to Mills."

Emma stopped dead in her tracks. "He's what?" Regina Mills was a year ahead of them, head cheerleader and general terror. But all the teachers loved her. Emma, needless to say, hated her.

"See for yourself." Emma turned and looked; sure enough, Killian was talking to Regina, who was standing way too close. He didn't seem to be encouraging her, but he wasn't exactly extricating himself either. Emma bit her lip, trying to contain her fury. "Emma?"

"Yeah, I'm coming." Her trigonometry class was excruciating as scenarios ran through her head. Surely, Killian wouldn't? Right? She trusted him. She did. She'd told him things about herself no one else knew, not even Ruby. He wouldn't betray her. Still, when that class was over, she ignored Ruby's calls as she moved through the crowd, looking for her boyfriend.

Emma found him coming out of the art room, an easel under his arm. He grinned when he saw her and she would be lying if she said that toothy grin didn't go a long way toward easing the ache in her chest. "Can I have a word?" she asked, conscious of being watched.

"Of course, love."

Emma hitched her backpack higher on her shoulder and jerked her head for him to follow her. She led them through the halls, down a deserted corridor. She pushed open the door to one of the janitor's closets and held it open for him. As soon as he was inside, she shut it and locked it.

"What's going on, Swan?"

Emma dropped her bag and rounded on him, crowding him against the door. "I saw you with Regina this morning."

Killian swallowed, dropping his easel and bag as well. "That was nothing, love, I swear. She was pushy and told her I was otherwise engaged."

"You did?"

"Aye. I would never betray you, especially not with someone like her. Bloody harpy."

Emma smiled. "Good." She leaned in and kissed him, molding her lips with his, tongue sliding over his bottom lip. Killian opened for her eagerly, hands wrapping around her waist. Emma slid her hands underneath his blazer, getting lost in his kiss. She'd dated a little bit before him—her ex Neal was the worst—but there was just a spark with Killian that she'd never felt before.

Emma groaned as she felt Killian's hand slide up under her shirt, the tight fabric straining. He teased her nipple into a hard peak, while his other hand squeezed her ass. She kissed him harder, heat pooling in her stomach. She wasn't the only one affected, his erection digging into her hip.

"Emma," Killian breathed, sliding kisses along her jaw.

"How long do you have?"

"Just ruddy P.E. I can miss it."

Emma whined in frustration. She had to get to her Economics class in ten minutes. But maybe... "Stay still," she said, kissing him briefly, then dropping to her knees.

"Emma?"

She smiled up at him, pressing a kiss to the bulge in his pants. "You can make it up to me later." Before he could gainsay her, she unbuckled his belt and opened his trousers. She pulled his pants and boxers down just enough to expose his hardened length to her hungry gaze. She curled her hand around him and pumped him slowly, relishing the way his eyes rolled back in his head. Her tongue darted out, licking the underside, eliciting a moan.

"Shhh," she whispered against his warm flesh.

"Don't stop, lass," he replied, nodding. "Please."

Emma kissed his tip in acknowledgment, smearing precum over her lips. She licked and teased him relentlessly; she knew they didn't have long but she wanted him to remember this for the rest of the day. For him to remember who he belonged to, that he was hers.

Killian's hand threaded into her hair, his grip tightening as his pleasure increased. She laved his length from root to tip, hand fondling his balls. Her knees ached on the hard tile, but it didn't matter. Emma rubbed her thighs together, trying to ease the ache in her own body, his pleasure making her hot. By the time she took him into her mouth he was panting, chanting her name softly.

Emma swirled her tongue around him, hollowing out her cheeks, sucking him just the way he liked. He bucked into her mouth; Emma reached up to hold his hips still. Her head bobbed faster, taking him as deeply as she could, until he brushed the back of her throat.

"Emma!" Killian hissed, hand yanking on her hair. "Fuck, I'm gonna..." But she didn't relent, tongue teasing the spot just below the head until his strangled cry filled the tiny room. She took everything he had to give, working him until he was spent. Killian slumped back against the door heavily, rasping out her name over and over as she pulled away, licking her lips.

"Bloody hell, Swan." Emma flushed, impressed by her own brazenness. She got to her feet, intending to step away, but Killian stopped her with a gentle hand on her arm. "Come here, love."

She stepped back into his space, smiling as he pulled her in for a kiss. "Are you sure you can't stay?"

Emma glanced at her watch. "Shit! I'm already gonna be late and you know how Gold is." She kissed him again, just a brief peck. "My place, after school?"

"Of course." He squeezed her hand before releasing her to begin righting his clothing. Emma did the same to hers, then hefted her bag. She was about to unlock the door when Killian called for her.

"Yeah?"

"Would you like to go to the Spring Formal with me?"

"What?"

"The Spring Formal? I just thought we should make this," he gestured between the two of them, "official."

Emma grinned, imagining the look on Regina's face when she saw the two of them together. Then she wondered what the hell she'd been waiting for. "I would love to."

She was only two minutes late to her class, but not even Gold's tirade on tardiness could get her down. She was already planning more places to surprise Killian in the future.