A/N: I wasn't going to post this until next week, but I'm so overwhelmed by the feedback and support, I wanted to thank you all by posting this early. There are some things that will go unanswered in this chapter, but I will switch to Emma's POV in the next chapter and cover those things then. The next chapter will also jump ahead a bit so we can move forward with the story.

If you haven't noticed the rating or were wondering about it, this story does include teen smut, including masturbation, so please be prepared for that, or to skip it if you're not comfortable with it. You'll know when it's coming (no pun intended).

Thank you all so much for giving the story a chance and sticking with it so far. I appreciate you more than you know!

Killian checks his reflection in the mirror for the hundredth time that morning, making sure his hair looks perfect, making sure his tie isn't crooked. He's never been to church before so he was worried about being underdressed. The church is casual, but his father always wears a suit and tie, so Killian had done the same.

"Killian, I'm leaving for church!" his father calls from downstairs.

Killian dashes out of his room so fast, he trips over his own feet and almost dives face-first onto the carpet, but catches himself at the door frame and runs downstairs once he recovers his balance. "Wait, I'm coming with you!" he announces as his father heads for the closet and pulls on his leather jacket. He eyes his son suspiciously as Killian reaches the bottom of the staircase, out of breath.

"You're going to church with me?"

"Aye." Killian slips his phone into his pocket as he reaches the door, hauling it open. He's so nervous, he's sweating under his dress shirt and blazer, so he knows he won't have to worry about a jacket. "Ruby got the morning off, so she's meeting me there."

His father looks perplexed as he follows Killian into the garage and closes the door behind them, his keys jangling as he retrieves them from his pocket. They head toward his silver Bentley, which always makes Killian's truck look pathetic in comparison. "And you and Ruby still aren't a couple?"

Killian wrinkles his nose and shakes his head. "I don't see her like that. Ruby's like a sister to me." It's true, Ruby's always been there for him as a friend, and they have this warped love-hate relationship, but he's never had romantic feelings for her. Plus, she's more into girls anyway.

"So the reason you're suddenly going to church has nothing to do with a certain blonde, who's the pastor's daughter, does it? And Ruby isn't tagging along for moral support, is she?"

Killian's face flushes as he hops into the passenger side. "Nope."

His father climbs into the driver's side and starts up the engine. "Uh-huh," he mutters sarcastically.

The reason Killian's going to church is that he's not giving up on Emma, but he's not about to tell his father that. He had argued with his friends until he was blue in the face, assuring them Emma was clear about her decision, but they made sure he would not give up on her. They had eventually convinced him into going to church when all he wanted to do was spend the morning in bed, sulking over her.

The church is packed when they arrive. There are enough people to make Killian feel crowded and claustrophobic, sweat trickling down his back. Now he remembers one reason why he doesn't go to church, other than adults wanting to chat with him and ask him questions about school and graduation and the future that he's already answered fifty times that morning.

The things he'd do for this woman.

Ruby is sitting next to him on his left side, his father on his right, hunched over the woman on his other side, chatting her up with a charming grin. Killian fights off a smirk. Now he knows why his father attends this church without fail. It looks like he has the same idea Killian does. Like father like son.

Killian is busy looking around for Emma in the front row of the large sanctuary when he feels a light nudge in his ribs. "Oi, what was that for?" he whispers, turning his head to scowl at Ruby.

She nods her head toward the stage and Killian follows her gaze to see Mr. Nolan, ceding to the choir as everyone stands from their pews. As a pianist plays in the corner and the choir begins the first hymn, Killian's eyes are drawn to the gorgeous blonde standing in the front, wearing a wrap-around royal blue dress, her long golden hair cascading around her shoulders.

It's Emma.

The musical arrangement is boring enough to put him to sleep, but a few minutes into the song, Emma sings solo and her voice fills the sanctuary through the microphone. It's the most beautiful voice he's ever heard in his life; she energizes the crowd with her words and her voice, and everyone's raising their hands in worship and singing along.

He's completely captivated by her, and he swears for just a second her eyes lock with his and her breath catches in her throat.

The pastor begins droning on again, but Killian is too busy watching Emma to listen to the sermon. She's busy watching him too, their eyes connecting several times as she sits with the choir on stage.

They sing a few more times before the service ends, and each time Emma rises, Killian is enchanted by her voice and finds himself worshipping God too—something he never thought he'd do. But love is a funny thing. It makes you do things you never dreamt of doing.

Afterward, his father drags him over to the pastor and is forced into an awkward conversation with Mr. Nolan that he's been dreading all morning as his father's eyes wander over to the woman he sat next to and watches her leave.

"Killian, you made it. I'm glad you decided to join us," David says, shaking Killian's hand.

"Me too," Mary Margaret chimes, wrapping Killian up in a hug.

Thankfully, David legitimately seems happy to see him and doesn't mention the conversation they had the other night. In fact, he's being extremely nice to Killian, which makes him suspicious. But maybe it's because his wife is there or because Emma hasn't attempted to go near Killian, and instead has disappeared from the sanctuary. Or maybe it's because they're at church and he wants to remain professional and levelheaded in front of all the churchgoers who look to him for advice and spiritual wisdom.

Brennan and the Nolans are engaged in boring conversation as Killian surreptitiously leaves and joins Ruby outside the sanctuary where people visit with each other while exchanging baked goods and gossip.

"She went upstairs," Ruby mutters through a mouth full of blueberry muffin. She waves her head toward the staircase. "Go. I'll be on the lookout for her father."

Killian whispers a thank you in her ear as he passes.

She grins, licking muffin crumbs from her lips. "You're welcome."

Killian casually heads upstairs, drawing no attention as he searches around for Emma. The second floor is empty, so he makes his way toward the ladies' room, and quietly knocks, hoping she's in there and that she's the only one.

When the door opens and Emma pokes her head out, a wave of relief washes over him. Her eyes widen in surprise when she sees him. "Killian, what are you doing?" she whispers. "My father will catch us together."

"Can I come in, then? I just wanna talk, Emma." His voice cracks and he swallows thickly, breathing out a shallow, "Please."

Emma pokes her head out further and looks around to make sure there's no one else around to see them. "Did anyone see you come up here?"

Killian shakes his head. "No."

She steps back, opening the door to let him in. He sighs softly as Emma closes and locks it before turning around, crossing her arms. "What do you want, Killian?" she demands, her voice almost low enough to be a whisper.

"I told you, Emma, I want you," he answers quickly, his eyes locked with hers. "Ever since you walked into my life, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you." He can hear his words giving out under the weight of emotions he feels, but he doesn't care. He needs to say this. "You're always in my head. My thoughts, my dreams," he confesses, tearing down those walls of fear that surround him. "When I close my eyes, you're all I see. When I open them, you're all I see, even when you're not really there. When I heard you singing on stage, you sounded so amazing and I know all I'm gonna hear now is your beautiful voice in my head." I'm in love with you, Emma, he wants to say, but he doesn't. He doesn't want to scare her off, but his heart has clawed its way out of his chest much sooner than he'd preferred. "So, tell me, Emma, how am I supposed to just forget about you and walk away after one conversation with your father?" he asks, taking a step toward her, inhaling a shaky breath, inhaling her sweet, intoxicating perfume. "If you think an idle threat is all it takes to keep me away from you, then you're wrong. So, I'm asking you again, will you go out with me?"

An insufferable silence fills the restroom, and she's wide-eyed and speechless, unable to respond. But heneeds her to respond. He needs to know what she's thinking. More than he needs oxygen to breathe.

She surges forward and grabs hold of his tie, their lips colliding so forceful, he almost stumbles backward. Instead, he growls and grabs her hips, lunging forward until her back hits the sink. He's hit with relief and happiness and hope as she kisses the hell out of him without any sign of remorse. He loves how her lips feel against his, so soft and pliant, and wonders what her mouth tastes like. He slides his tongue across the seam of her lips, asking for entrance, and she parts her lips in silent invitation, their tongues frantically finding each other. He groans in her mouth and she eagerly swallows the sound, her hands moving to his face and cupping his cheeks. He slides a hand through her golden locks, itching to feel how soft her hair is, as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. Her hair is so soft and silky and he loves how it feels on his fingertips.

He never wants to stop kissing her; she tastes so sweet and heavenly, like hot cocoa and cinnamon and everything he never knew he wanted or needed until now. He savors her flavor every time their tongues connect, their bodies fusing into one as they move in sync, enchanted by one another. He feels everything you're supposed to feel when you kiss the right person. He feels sparks and sees fireworks, he feels dizzy, his mind is cloudy, and it feels like he's enveloped in the finest piece of velvet, floating above the clouds. It feels like the ground has opened up, like the entire world has vanished and all that's left is them. He's caressing her cheek gently, affectionately as their tongues twist around one another, tasting and probing. The kiss is fierce, yet so good and pure it awakens a possessiveness he didn't even know he had in him.

He scoops her up in his arms and lifts her up on the edge of the sink, never breaking the kiss as she spreads her legs for him and he gets comfortable in the cradle of her thighs. Heat surges through him and she helps him shove off his blazer, lest he burst into flames. Once the jacket is off and hits the floor, his arms instantly wrap around her and his chest is pressed to her breasts as she curls her arms around the back of his neck. Everything feels so right and perfect, yet so wrong at the same time.

They finally pull apart, uneven breaths dancing with each other, keeping them connected as she leans her forehead against his, adoration plastered all over her angelic features. "Killian, did you really used to go to church?" she asks in a shattered whisper.

His lips twist into a smirk as he nuzzles her nose with his. "Never stepped foot into a church until today," he answers, his words completely wrecked as his thumb strokes her cheek. "How did you guess?"

Emma manages a strangled laugh. "You're not a very good liar. And neither am I." Her features grow serious as she licks her lips. "This will not end well for us, you know that right? My mother always says lying is useless, the truth always comes out. But that might be because she's incapable of keeping a secret," she adds playfully.

He shrugs rather weakly, his entire body feeling the aftermath of their kiss. Once her tongue had connected with his, once he had a taste of her, all bets were off. "That's a risk I'm willing to take. If you'll take it with me?"

Emma nods, a smile creeping over her lips. "Yes. And yes, I'll go out with you… if my answer wasn't obvious when I kissed you."

Killian chuckles. "I figured as much." He captures her lips again and kisses her deeply, his tongue plunging into her mouth, hands roaming her back, pressing her closer to him. A moan slips past her lips when his groin rubs against her panties, and he almost loses himself. Her moan is the most exquisite thing he's ever heard, her body is the most lovely thing he's ever held in his arms and her mouth is the most heavenly thing he's ever tasted. He has to slow down and take deep breaths as they kiss. He has to control himself around her; he doesn't want to fuck this up. So he just kisses her slowly. He kisses her until their lips are numb and swollen, until there's no air left in their lungs, or rather until there's a knock on the door, pulling them back down to reality.

"Crap," she whispers as they reluctantly break apart.

He helps her down from the sink and they frantically work to straighten their hair and clothing, but when he glances at Emma, her face is all flushed and her lips are rosy red and swollen. Whoever's on the other side of the door will know they've been making out.

"Guys, I know you're in there. It's just me." The sound of Ruby's voice through the door makes them sigh in relief.

Emma straightens her hair some more as she sluggishly walks to the door and cautiously pulls it open. Killian hides behind her, looking over her shoulder.

Ruby smirks when she sees the two of them, both completely wrecked and disheveled, before her eyes fall back to Emma. "I just wanted to let you know that your Dad's looking for you. I told him you went to the restroom, but that was ten minutes ago." She looks at Killian. "And I told your father you got bored, so you went for a walk."

"Thanks, Rubes," he says with an appreciative smile.

"No problem." She grins from ear to ear, glancing between them. "So I take it you two made up?"

They both smile and blush, answering her question before they even say anything. Killian wraps his hand around Emma's hip and kisses her cheek. "Is it that obvious?"

"As obvious as that ridiculous grin on your face," she teases. She's not helping with the blush in his cheeks. "Come on, Em, you should go downstairs before your dad comes up here searching for you."

"Okay, we'll be out in a minute," Emma says.

"Okay, I'll keep watch."

"Thanks."

"No problem," Ruby says with a wink.

As Emma closes and locks the door, Killian looks down at himself and realizes he can't leave just yet. "Emma, you should go first. I need a few minutes to… regroup."

"After that kiss, I need some time to regroup too," she laughs.

He clears his throat and scratches behind his ear. "Aye, but for me, it's a little more obvious."

She turns around and lifts a brow, eyeing him in confusion. "What do you mean? You look fine," she reassures him, lifting her hands to straighten his tie. The way her warm breath fans his skin as she adjusts his tie and runs her hand down his chest does not help his situation in the least. She doesn't understand what he means though, and he doesn't know how to explain himself without being blunt.

"I have a hard-on, love," he blurts out and watches as her eyes widen, her mouth parting slightly.

She peers down between them and sees the prominent bulge poking against his slacks, trying to break free. "Oh," she replies, her voice unusually high-pitched as she lifts her eyes. She shakes her head and removes her hands from his chest. She blushes in embarrassment from not being able to figure out what he'd meant. "Of course. Sorry… I'll just… I'll leave."

"I'm the one who should be sorry." He flashes a bashful smile. "I got a little too excited while we were kissing."

The smirk she offers him is so adorable, he wants to kiss her again, but he knows she has to go so they don't get caught together. "I noticed, I guess I didn't realize how excited you were," she laughs.

"It's okay," he chuckles, lifting a hand to stroke her cheek. "Can I see you tomorrow before school?"

Emma nods and kisses him chastely on the lips. "Yeah, I'll think of an excuse to leave early," she says before pulling away.

He doesn't want to let her go, and he feels the loss once she's no longer in his reach. "Okay, I'll text you when I get there and wait for you in the parking lot."

"Okay. Bye, Killian." She smiles back at him as she opens the door.

"Bye, love."

She closes the door behind her and Killian turns around leaning against it, taking shallow breaths. His heart is pounding and he's still unbearably hard. He tries to think of other things, like baseball and airplanes and how Emma's father might murder him if he finds out Killian was making out with his daughter in the church restroom. But he can't get Emma out of his head. The way she tastes, the way she felt in his arms, the softness of her lips. The softness of her touch. He's completely enraptured by her and his lips still tingle from their kiss.

He looks down and curses himself. He's still hard.

He turns around and locks the door before undoing his pants, knowing he won't be able to settle down without taking matters into his own hands. He reaches into his pants and drags out his erection, taking himself in his hand, desire pounding through his veins. He feels instant relief as he pulls at the skin and strokes himself up and down, a groan tumbling from his lips as he tips his head back against the door and closes his eyes. This isn't the first time he's touched himself thinking of Emma. The first day he met her he had to relieve the tension he felt from that day. At least then he'd waited until he was in bed that night. He's jerked himself off before, he's a horny seventeen-year-old virgin, but he's never jerked himself off while having an object of his desire to help push him over the edge. Tightening his grip, he swipes his thumb over the stickiness gathering at his tip.

He imagines being with Emma, flesh against flesh, bodies writhing and thrusting as they make love, her legs wrapped around him, their hands linked, fingers entwined. When he pictures Emma in his mind as they both give themselves to each other, he imagines her long golden hair spread around her, vivid green eyes twinkling in the darkness as her mouth falls open in pleasure. But not all of his thoughts about her are dirty. He sees beauty and light and intelligence when he thinks of her, he sees perfection in her smile and the kind of person she is. He sees a woman he wants to get to know and spend the rest of his life with; he sees someone he wants to give the world to.

"Emma," he murmurs softly as the pleasure builds. He's biting his bottom lip and increasing the speed of his hand, wondering what she'd feel like around him, wondering how tight and warm she'd feel. His heart is pounding and heat is swirling through him so fast it makes him dizzy.

After that mindblowing kiss, it doesn't take long for him to reach his peak, and when he feels the familiar sensations and heat pulsating through him, he makes a dash for the sink and points the velvety tip away from him. He strokes himself fiercely, until pure bliss consumes him, until his muscles convulse, guttural groans crawling from his throat, until warm cum is spurting out onto his hand and into the sink. He pumps out a few more streams of the white stickiness into the drain, his breaths labored as he tries to gather his wits. By the time he empties every ounce of release, his entire body is spent, his legs like rubber as he slumps and grips onto the sink for balance. He lets his eyes fall shut for a few minutes, lets his mind clear of fog.

When he's able to find some sort of semblance and move his muscles again, he opens his eyes, retrieves some paper towels from the small wicker basket on the counter and cleans himself up.

"Fuck," he whispers, his voice hoarse, his body still trembling from his orgasm.

He tosses the paper towel in the trashcan and tucks himself back into his pants before washing his hands. He splashes his face with some cool water, dries his hands and grabs his blazer from the floor, trying to process what he's done before he leaves the restroom and has to explain to Ruby why he's been in here by himself for so long.

He just jerked off in a church restroom thinking about the pastor's daughter. The pastor's daughter . Who he's supposed to stay away from, and yet she's the only reason why he showed up to church in the first place.

He's so going to hell for this.