Blueeyeddevil06, thank you for being my beta!

Emma huffed and sat down in class. Her parents insisted she went to the same snobby private school her mother went to, and she hated it. She couldn't stand the rich kids there that just had everything handed to them, not having to work for it. She realized the irony in that since she was from the wealthiest family. All her parents' wealth had its perks, though. Everyone treated her with respect, and she didn't even have to try to pretend to like the vast majority of her classmates.

When she first started going, she'd quickly befriended two girls, one was there on scholarship, and the other was a bit of an outlier like her—Belle and Elsa, respectively. The three were inseparable, and they didn't have petty arguments like a lot of their other peers.

It was on the first day of their senior year that school finally interested Emma. They had a new history teacher. The last one retired, and there was talk about who this Mr. Jones would be. Elsa commented that she'd hoped he'd veer towards more of the Indiana Jones, hot teacher type. Her hopes came true.

"Well, fuuuck me..." Emma breathed out in a low hiss. "He's so damn hot." He'd just walked in, and all of the students were staring at him.

"He looks like a villain," Belle commented and put away the book she was reading.

Elsa just nodded, "He definitely looks sinful to me."

Emma's breath was erratic. He was mesmerizing, "Do either of you girls mind if I call dibs?"

Elsa waved her hand, "Go for it, but just remember he's a teacher."

"Have fun," Belle commented. "I'll give you any help you need."

"Thanks, girls." She thought for a moment. "I'll need to devise a plan."

"You're really going to pursue him?" Elsa asked, perturbed.

"If you object, then-"

"No! You know you always have my full support. Just be careful of your parents."

"They're at a party."

"When?" Belle asked.

"Always. My parents are always at a party. They're too busy to notice anything. I got this." She wondered if the school uniform would be a turn on for him or not. She had to figure that one out.

She pulled out her phone and began texting in class as he was introducing himself.

He huffed and said, "And now that phone is mine. Give it to me, and you can come get it after school."

She hid her smirk and handed him her phone. She'd made sure there was a sexy picture of her as her lock screen. She hoped it tempted him.

At lunch, she was laughing with Elsa and Belle. "Now I have an excuse to go see him after school. Any idea how I should play this?"

"I'm sure he has women coming onto him all the time," Elsa said. "You need to be creative. I'm sure he's heard it all before."

"Hmm. Well, I'll stay away from any Indiana Jones references then."

Belle smiled and said, "Maybe he's not the kind of guy who goes after his students."

Emma shrugged. "There's only one way to find out."

After class, Emma walked into Mr. Jones's classroom and shut the door. "I'm here for my phone."

"I'm not going to have a problem with you in class, am I?"

She tapped her finger on her lips and then shrugged. "I don't know, Mr. Jones. If I gave you some trouble, what would you do about it?"

"What kind of trouble are you thinking?" He asked skeptically.

"Well…." she sighed. She didn't know how to play the part of a predator. Not with a man older than her. All the advantages that society had given her didn't make her more mature. She didn't know what to say to him to make him want her. "Never mind. I'll behave." She deflated and held out her hand for her phone.

She watched him stiffen as he handed it to her. Her lock screen showed, and the photo of her in a very tiny bikini appeared. Her eyes drifted up to his and locked with them. She didn't know what to say. She just saw he looked at her with hunger burning in his eyes.

"Emma…." He didn't finish. He just shook his head.

She felt irrevocably drawn to him. "Tell me what this feeling is. Please tell me I'm not the only one feeling it."

"You're feeling something?"

"Lust. And…. I don't know what to call it."

His face transformed, and he licked his lips seductively. He looked like the predator she'd wanted to be. He looked dark, dangerous, and she wanted him so damn much. "I can work with lust, Emma." He drew out her name when he said it. Then he took a step towards her, reached out, placed one hand on her hip, and pulled her one step towards him. "Tell me what you want."

To Emma, it felt like every nerve ending in her body was electrified. She took a step towards him and gathered all of her courage. "What I want starts with a kiss and ends up with us naked."

He raked his eyes over her body, and it almost felt like a physical touch to her. "Oh, Emma. It just so happens I want the same thing." He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Where do you want it, Love? I can take you on my desk."

She swallowed hard. "Won't we get caught?"

"Afraid?"

She shook her head. "No."

"Liar." He said, smiling at her.

"If that's how you want me, I can get over it."

"No, Emma. I don't really want you anywhere that someone else can walk in and see that amazing body of yours." He moved her phone so that he could look at her lock screen again. "I want to take my time with you."

"So tell me where and when."

He moved his hand from her hip and grabbed her ass. "My place." He then told her his address. "Can you be there tonight?" She nodded.

That night, she showed up at his place wearing a short skirt and a tight shirt that opened wide at the neck, showing off a lot of cleavage. She then knocked on his door.

"You look good enough to eat, Love." He opened the door wide and let her in his place.

He shut the door behind her and kissed her passionately. "I've been wanting that, Emma."

"I'm hoping there's more you're wanting." She pressed her body up against his. "I know there's more I want from you." She ran her hand over his chest and almost purred. "Your body is as incredible as I was picturing."

She watched some thought pass through his head, and then it seemed like he just snapped. "I'm going to savor you, Emma. You're mine. Say it!"

"I'm all yours." She moaned out. His tone was getting her wet.

"Submit to me. And I'll make it feel so good for you."

"Yes! Please, I'll submit." She was quickly becoming a needy mess.

He growled in her ear, demanding, "Take. Off. Your. Panties." She reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties quickly. He then took them from her and put them in his pocket. "These are mine now." He ran his hand up her leg and under her skirt. "Tell me again that you want it. Beg me for it."

"Yes. Please. I want you to touch me. I want to feel you inside of me. I want it. I want you so much!" She moaned when she felt his hand move up her inner thigh and stop almost where she wanted his touch the most. "Pleeeease."

"Please, what?"

"Please, touch my pussy. I'm so wet for you." She looked at him with desperation in her eyes. "I want it. I want you to take what you want from me."

"What is it that you're feeling for me, Emma?"

"That I have to be with you. Please." She was trembling with desperation and desire. "I'm all yours."

Killian closed his eyes as he ran his fingers through the folds of her pussy. "Emma, you're wet for me already." He then flicked her clit, her whole body reacted. "That reaction is so much fun."

She was panting, "Please. I'll let you do anything to me. Touch me more."

He slid one finger inside of her. "You're so warm and tight." He pulled his finger out and licked it. "And you're delicious, Love."

He then lifted her and took her to his bedroom. "So, the naughty schoolgirl wants to be fucked by her teacher. Do you want it hard?" She nodded, and he dropped her on his bed and pulled off her top. "That red bra looks sexy on you." He then pinched her nipples through her bra. "Watching you in class today was torture. My cock was so painfully hard."

He removed his hand then pulled his shirt off over his head and undid his buckle. "I'm looking forward to this. I'm going to have so much fun with you." He then unzipped his pants and said, "Get naked. I want to see you laid bare for me."

Emma was so turned on and wet. She removed her bra and her skirt, and then she was naked on his bed. A thrill ran through her. She was going to get to feel him buried deep inside of her, filling her up. She desperately wanted to be one with him.

He pulled off his pants and boxers. "I know just how you want it. Spread your legs for me. I want to taste you some more."

Emma spread her legs wide and watched as his head went between her legs, and she moaned out in pleasure and threw her head back when he licked her then began sucking and licking her pussy. She was moaning out, and his hands went to her breasts, pinching her nipples. He then began flicking her clit with his tongue, and she came hard.

"There's a good girl. I'll let you catch your breath before I continue with you." He stroked his cock. "See how hard that got me?" She nodded. "It's going to feel so good inside of you."

She nodded. "I want that."

"When you saw me walk in class today, what did you think?"

"That you were hot, and I wanted you. I spent the day trying to figure out how to end up like this. Laid out on your bed with my legs spread for you."

He pinched her nipples again. "You really do enjoy the naughty schoolgirl fantasy. I know I'm enjoying myself." His voice dropped low. "I'm going to fuck you now, Emma. And once I do, I'm not ever letting you go. I'm going to bury my cock between your legs."

"Enough talk. Fuck me already."

He nodded, mumbled words she didn't hear, and then thrust into her. He took her like he knew her body. He found every bit of pleasure he could wring out of her. She was almost wild with the pleasure he brought her. He was taking her hard, and she was screaming out in ecstasy when two things happened. One, they both crashed into their orgasms at the same time. She was panting and blissed out when the second part occurred. She remembered.

"Hook?" She looked at him in shock.

"I never knew I'd be so bloody happy to hear you call me that, Swan."

"What happened? Wait… I kind of remember. We were... cursed? We were cursed to forget each other. There's more, though..."

"Aye, Regina redirected it. We're going to go through fake realities like this one, snapping out each time we make love. I don't think I'll be the one to remember all of the time. Sometimes it will be you, and sometimes neither of us will remember. Regina had to explain it to me quickly. She's tried her best to help us. She'll attempt to break the curse while we come together over and over through these fake pocket realities.

She held him tightly. "But, I don't want to let you go."

"We'll find each other over and over again, Love. It's what True Love does."