A/N: Be aware this chapter contains teen sex and for the purpose of the story, unprotected sex. There are some readers who have asked me to warn them when the scenes which include smut arise because not everyone is comfortable with teen/underage smut, so I've marked the scenes with a page break at the beginning and end of the made the text bold and italicized. And yes I know the end of the chapter is not a surprise and it's not meant to be, but it will give you an idea as to where we're heading for the next chapter.

Hope you enjoy!

Emma loves kissing Killian Jones. She loves having his mouth on hers devouring her; she loves the way his tongue tastes, loves the way he sinks his teeth into her bottom lip. She loves the smell of his spicy cologne and the sounds he makes during a hot makeout session; she loves how timid and shy he is, but also how desperate and needy he seems all at once. She especially loves when they get so caught up in a kiss like they are now, she can't help but pull him on top of her and part her thighs so she can feel the drag of his erection against her core.

The sounds of their heavy panting and sloppy kisses almost cover the sound of her heartbeat pounding in her ear, but not quite. This boy—no this man—makes her heart palpitate, he makes her want to do things she's never dreamed of doing. She feels wicked when she's with him, maybe even a little wild, like she can do anything. Being with him doesn't feel wrong though. No, being with Killian feels pretty damn right and good and evokes feelings inside her she's never experienced before, both emotionally and physically.

Even through the sleeping bag, the bed of Killian's truck feels hard against her back, but she doesn't mind. Not when she has exactly what she wants—Killian's solid weight on top of her, his tongue in her mouth, the skirt of her dress bunched around her waist and the outline of his hard length pressed deliciously against her entrance, with only her slick panties and his thick denim jeans between them as he rubs himself into her. Okay, that's a lie; it's not exactly what she wants. She wants to give herself to him; she wants to give everything to him.

The back of his truck in the park is far from the ideal, but their options are sparse. She can't exactly invite Killian to her house and his father can't know about their relationship because then he'll tell Emma's parents. So they have to sneak around to see each other whenever they get the chance. They've ditched every home football game, retreating to the park in his truck so they can talk and kiss and do whatever they want with each other without rules or boundaries before he has to take her back to her car in the school parking lot.

"Killian…" she croaks as she tilts her head back into the sleeping bag, enjoying the feel of his lips on her neck, his stubble dragging along her skin as he kisses and suckles little love marks, making her incredibly wet. His hands are everywhere, squeezing her breasts and stroking her curves and her thighs as his hot mouth makes its way to her heaving chest.

He pauses at her plea and lifts his head, looking up at her. Even in the inky blackness of the night with only the moon offering light, she can see his lustful blue eyes and swollen lips, his hair completely wrecked. "What is it, baby? Do you want me to stop?"

She shakes her head furiously. "Please, don't stop. I want you, Killian."

He grins cheekily and kisses her on the mouth. "I'm already yours."

She gently pushes him away, staring into his eyes through the darkness. "No, I mean… I want you, Killian Jones." She reaches between them, cupping the firm bulge in his pants in her hand. "And it feels like you want me too," she teases with a smirk.

Killian's cheeks tinge with blush and a little growl claws up his throat, but he seems unsure. "You have no idea how much I want you, Emma, but…" he murmurs, lifting his hand to caress her cheek. "I don't want you to think we have to do anything you don't want to do. I don't want you to think I'm trying to pressure you. I am happy just kissing you and touching you and being close to you. I don't need anything more than that… not before you're ready."

She chokes back a whine and removes her hand from his groin. Of course he's going to be a gentleman about this. "But Killian, I don't feel pressured. I am ready. We've already agreed we want a future together beyond graduation, so why wait?"

"Yes, love, that's true. We have a whole future ahead of us, so why rush this?"

Emma playfully rolls her eyes. "Why can't you ever let gentleman Killian rest for a while. He deserves a break."

Killian chuckles and buries his face in her neck. "He only has your best interest at heart, baby, so why deny him?"

She touches his cheek, urging him to look up at her. "My best interest is you, Killian."

He swallows hard, staring deeply into her eyes as he takes her hand in his, kissing her fingertips. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

She nods, a slow smile creeping over her lips. "I've never wanted anything more, Killian. I love you," she whispers.

He gazes at her in awe. He's speechless, unable to form words for an entire minute.

Emma immediately regrets her confession. She thought maybe he felt the same but now she's worried that she's scared him shitless. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. We've only been together for two months…"

"I love you, too," he declares in a breathless whisper.

She scans his eyes, seeing the sincerity pooled in his depths.

"I love you so much it hurts. It hurts every time I'm not with you. Every time I can't touch you or see your beautiful smile, it hurts." He closes his eyes, gently leaning his forehead against hers. He cups her cheek in his hand, stroking gently at her skin. "You're everything to me and I'd never forgive myself if I made you do something you regret later on."

"I don't have many regrets, Killian, as I'm only seventeen, but I can promise you… whatever happens between us, you'll never be one of them." She takes his hand in her hers and boldly brings his fingers inside her panties, against her slick entrance. His eyelids flip open, a low groan rumbling through his body. "I want you to be my first… my only, Killian, and if you want me too, I'm completely yours. No regrets, just us giving ourselves to each other, body and soul."

His breath catches in his throat and he scans her face several times, searching for her genuine consent before replying. "I want you so much." He captures her lips with a fire and passion she has never known before. He's so tender and sweet and intoxicating, her mind is spinning as she swipes her tongue against his, craving more of him. She can barely handle the effect he has on her. He plunges a finger inside of her, coating his digits in her essence as she grinds into his hand, moaning out her pleasure.

"Fuck," he curses, and she can tell he feels restrained by her panties. He carefully removes his fingers from her core and drags her panties down her legs, tossing the offending fabric aside. His eyes are locked with hers as his lips leave a trail of searing kisses from the arch of her foot and up her leg, every inch of skin he touches burning under his lips.

He lays next to her, hunched over with his finger buried in her heat and his face buried in her cleavage as he kisses the tops of her breasts where her dress doesn't adequately cover. Her moans are lost beneath the thunder that rolls and rumbles overhead, breaking the stillness of the night. They flinch, but neither of them cares to stop… until a sudden downpour soaks them immediately, fat, heavy raindrops pelting Killian's truck.

A bolt of lightning streaks across the sky followed by a loud boom as they grab their jackets, moving quickly. He helps her out of the bed of the truck and escorts her to the passenger's side.

Emma laughs as he opens the door for her. "Such a gentleman, even when you're soaking wet."

He smirks at her as he helps her into the seat and kisses her cheek, his lips wet against her skin. "I'm not the only one who's soaked, darling."

"Well duh, we both got caught in the rain," she points out playfully.

He winks at her and plants a wet kiss to her ear as he whispers in a deep, husky voice that does things to her, "I wasn't talking about the rain."

Fuck. If she wasn't wet before, she definitely is now. That's the Killian Jones she'd hoped would come out to play. But honestly, she loves every single version of Killian Jones.

Before she can respond, he's gone, making his way around to the driver's side. Emma slumps her head back into the headrest of her seat, her heart still pounding relentlessly as she silently curses the rain.

Once Killian is in the driver's seat, he roars up the engine, turns up the heat and checks his phone, staring at the screen as though he's considering something.

"What is it?" she asks in concern.

"It's uh… it's nothing." He peels his eyes from the screen and looks over at her. "My dad… he just texted me saying he won't be home tonight. He's staying at his girlfriend's place."

"Oh. I didn't know he had a girlfriend."

"Yeah, the relationship is new. She's been going to your father's church for years, and my father finally mustered up the courage to ask her out," he chuckles.

"Ah, I see. Well, it sounds like he's happy then?"

"Aye, he is." A small smile curves his lips. "I haven't seen him this happy since… since before my mom was diagnosed with cancer."

Emma offers a soothing smile and takes his hand, caressing his thumb with hers.

He squeezes her hand and leans in, pressing a delicate kiss to her temple. "So, what now, love? Shall I take you back to Ruby's?"

Emma purses her lips to ponder his question. She really doesn't want to part with Killian just yet. Or ever, if she's being honest. She'd told her parents she was at Ruby's because they both had the night off from the diner. She'd left her car in Ruby's driveway in case her father had decided to drive past the house, and she even left her phone there in case her father decided to track her. After David sent that text from Killian's phone, she didn't want to risk him finding out about her relationship with Killian. She hates that she couldn't confront her father about it; if she did, then he would know Killian had gone against his word and pursued her anyway.

"Well, just because it's raining doesn't mean we can't hang out some more," she points out nervously. "I mean unless you want to take me back."

"Emma, I never want to take you back," he chuckles, and his statement seems to help her nerves dwindle a bit. "I'd be more than happy to hang out with you some more, but our clothes are all wet. I don't want you to catch a cold."

Emma nods begrudgingly and turns her head, staring vacantly ahead, watching sheets of rain roll over the windshield. "Yeah, maybe it's best if you take me back to Ruby's. She probably has some clothes I can change into."

"Or..."

It's amazing how one simple word brightens her spirits instantly as she whirls her head around to look at him.

"We could go to my house and watch some movies on Netflix in my room? I can give you some dry clothes of mine to wear and throw yours in the dryer."

Emma purses her lips in contemplation. Like she has to think about it. "Hmmm… so, I can go to Ruby's Granny's house and do girly stuff… or I can go to my boyfriend's house, where it will be just the two of us, watching Netflix and making out and cuddling in the comfort of his bed. And I'll get to wear his clothes that smell like him. That's a tricky one, for sure."

Killian laughs. "I know, it's a very tough decision. So… what do you say, love?"

"Ummmm…. I think I'll to pass. I'd rather go to Ruby's."

Killian's face clouds with disappointment. "Okay, baby, whatever you want." He's trying to hide the sadness in his voice and she's trying to suppress the smile from her lips, but they both fail miserably and a big grin takes over her face, laughter escaping her throat.

She can't even joke about wanting to pass up a chance to be with her boyfriend. "I'm joking, silly." She leans over and plants a kiss on his cheek. "Of course I'll come over."

He breathes a sigh of relief and chuckles, his cheeks painted with an adorable shade of pink. "I knew you were bluffing."

"Uh-huh," she teases, softly seizing his lips with hers. The kiss is meant to be quick, but Killian playfully grabs her and wraps his arms around her so she stays where she is as he deepens the kiss.

Before the kiss grows too heated, they break apart and put on their seat belts.

"I'll just have Ruby text my dad from my phone and tell him I'm spending the night. That way we don't have to be in a hurry to get me home on time."

"Good idea, love," he says, handing her his phone.

Killian: It's Emma. Slight change of plans. Can you text my dad from my phone and tell him I'm spending the night at your house? Mr. Jones is gone for the night so Killian is taking me to his house.

Rubes: Helllllllz to the yeah I'll text your dad! But I want details tomorrow.

Killian: Lol how about tonight? We're just watching movies and then he'll take me to your house.

Rubes: Sure sure ?

Rubes: Question, what if David calls your phone?

Killian: Just answer it and tell him I went to the bathroom. He'll never suspect I ditched my phone.

Rubes: Good point. Will do.

Emma hands the phone to Killian as he pulls out of the parking lot.

"We good to go?"

She nods. "Yep, she's going to text my dad."

Emma's heart is pounding and her stomach is coiled with nerves as they arrive at Killian's house. He pulls into the garage and they enter the house through the side door, which leads to a small hallway near the stairs. She'd received the okay from her father to stay at Ruby's for the night and Ruby told him she had a change of clothes and everything she needs for Emma to spend the night—he didn't want her driving around in the storm, anyway. As much as her father's consent to stay at Ruby's had helped ease her nerves, the prospect of being with Killian alone in his room makes her head spin.

"Do you want anything to drink? Or some popcorn?"

"Sure I'll take some popcorn. Do you have Cherry Coke?" she asks, remembering they have the same beverage preferences.

A big grin spreads across his face. "I do." He leans in and kisses her lips. "I'll get you some clothes and then start the popcorn."

They remove their shoes and jackets, storing them in the closet, and Emma follows him upstairs and into his bedroom. Killian flips on the light and finds some clothes from his dresser drawer, handing her a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. She can't help but notice how much he's blushing and unable to look at her directly. Is it because they almost had sex? Or because they're in his room alone together?

He grabs a pair of pajama pants for himself and he leads her across the hall where the bathroom is. He turns on the light before heading for the cubbies next to the sink. She halts when she catches a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror and turns to face it, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. The wetness from the rain had forced the top of her dress to stick to her contours like superglue, and her pebbled nipples are evident through the layers of clothing. Emma crosses her arms to cover her breasts as Killian pulls out a couple of towels, and when he turns around to hand her one, he chuckles when he sees her. "Didn't realize how wet you were, did you?"

His statement doesn't help tame the blush in her cheeks. "No," she laughs.

"Here you go, love," he says, handing her a towel. "I'll change in here. You can take my room." His smile transforms into a smirk as he leans in, murmuring in her ear. "Although I must admit, you look ravishing when you're wet."

Emma's cheeks are on fire, her skin tingling as his words reverberate through her. Willing her feet to move, she leaves the room, trying to reassemble herself as he peels off his soaked t-shirt, revealing a strong, deliciously toned torso. His jeans follow, leaving him standing in his boxers, which he slowly eases off and kicks to the side. Unbeknown to him, Emma hadn't exactly gone far when she fled the bathroom. She'd left the door ajar, and he hadn't bothered to shut it. She knows she shouldn't be staring, but she can't seem to tear her eyes away from the sight. She has to bite her lip for a second to stop a moan escaping her mouth when she sees his bare, perfectly shaped butt and his manhood springing free as he rubs himself down with the towel. Being very much a virgin she doesn't have much basis of comparison, but from what she's heard from her friend's experiences with their boyfriends, she's sure Killian is bigger than average.

Emma is so entranced by him, too busy imagining what his erection would feel like inside her, she doesn't realize when she places her hand on the doorknob to stop herself from going dizzy with all the arousing thoughts invading her mind. The door creeks and he looks up just in time up in time to see her scurrying across the hall and into his bedroom, closing the door behind her.

She quickly peels off her clothes, realizing she forgot her panties in his truck. Oh well, she'll get them later. She removes her bra, drying herself as best she can before dressing into his dry clothes. The image of his naked body flashes through her mind as she lifts the top of the faded Metallica t-shirt and breathes in the smell of the fabric. Just as she suspected; it smells just like Killian. Warmth surges through her core and she instantly shakes away her thoughts and dries her hair with the towels as she turns around, getting a good look at his room to distract herself.

There are posters of airplanes on the walls, model airplanes hanging from the ceiling and science awards on a bookcase which is loaded with books, and his wall clock is a compass. She laughs at his Star Wars bedspread. She would never have guessed he was such a nerd. She is however not surprised he has a weightlifting machine and a pull-up bar in his room because those muscles and abs couldn't have appeared from reading books.

Emma grabs her damp clothes and leaves the bedroom, meeting Killian in the hallway. He's wearing a pair of plaid pajama pants and looks pretty damn good for a nerd. His arms are muscular and his stomach is rock hard, she can see his abs rippling as he walks toward her and his muscles bulge as he carries his wet clothes. She's not the only one enchanted by the view in front of them.

His eyes are sweeping up and down her form appreciatively as he licks his lips. "Mmmmm, you look much better than I do in that shirt, love," he says, wrapping arms around her back.

Emma blushes and fights the urge to grab his hand, pull him into his bedroom and throw him on his Star Wars comforter. "Are you sure that was your bedroom?" She can't help but tease him.

Killian flashes a sarcastic smirk as he releases her and slips his hand into hers. "Very funny, love." He leads her downstairs and shows her where the laundry room is so she can dry her clothes. He tosses his in as well and throws in a dryer sheet before starting the dryer.

They enter the kitchen, and Killian finds the box of microwaveable popcorn from the pantry and throws a bag in the microwave, turning it on.

Killian gives her a quick tour of the downstairs while they wait for the popcorn to pop.

Emma looks around the living room, her eyes falling on a photo on the mantle of a woman. Emma picks it up, studying her face. "Is this your mother?"

Killian nods softly, his eyes darkening a little when he stares at the photo in her hand.

"She was beautiful. She has your smile," Emma comments with a warm glint in her eyes as she glances at her boyfriend.

"Thanks, love, I get that a lot," he says with a shy grin.

Emma replaces the photo on the mantle and looks behind Killian, her eyes landing on another photo. One with Killian, his father, and another boy. Her eyes widen as she rushes over and picks up the frame. "Oh, my goodness, you look like such a nerd!" She glances at Killian and he's beet red.

"Haha, yes, I had a nerdy phase." He tries to grab the frame from her hand but she spins around keeping it out of his reach as she studies the picture.

"Is this your brother?" she asks, pointing to the brown-haired, curly boy next to him, who appears to be a couple of years older than Killian in the photo.

"Aye, that's Liam. He's the athlete. I'm the nerd."

Emma can definitely detect the resemblance. "So, all the Jones brothers are handsome, I see."

Killian quickly reaches for the frame again, this time snatching it from her hands. "Alright, that's enough ogling my brother," he teases with a chuckle.

Emma rolls her eyes. "I wasn't ogling your brother, I was ogling the adorkable nerd next to him," she giggles.

"You certainly were when I was in the bathroom changing," he points out with a sly grin, and Emma blushes profusely, not even bothering to deny it.

"Damn right I was. My boyfriend is smoking hot." He blushes again as she wraps her arms around the back of his neck and gets on her tiptoes to kiss his lips. "There is no one more handsome than you, Killian. I promise."

A small smile curves his lips, his face flushed as he wraps his arms around her waist, still clutching onto the picture frame. "There's no one more beautiful than you, my love."

The blush deepens in her cheeks as she gazes into his eyes. "So, what happened to the glasses?"

"Well, I got tired of being called four eyes and getting picked on by bullies because I was so small and scrawny. It didn't help matters by living up to everyone's expectations and burying my face in textbooks and being more interested in science and math than girls. So, I ditched the glasses, got contacts and bought a Bowflex after I saved up enough money from my job as a paperboy. But even when I bulked up and girls became more interested in me, I wasn't interested in them."

Emma arches a brow, eyeing him suspiciously. "So, what changed then?"

He grins and leans in to kiss her lips. "I met you."

She gently swats him on the shoulder. "You liar," she teases him.

Killian chuckles. "I swear it's the truth, love. I've had crushes before but they were on girls I knew could never have, and it was just too exhausting liking someone who would never be interested in me. So I just stopped liking them altogether. You can ask Robin and Will. I was dreading the task of showing around the new girl, but the moment I laid eyes on you, I was a goner."

"Really?" She remembers that day like it were yesterday. She was so nervous about going to a new school, but she was so grateful to have Killian show her around. And it didn't hurt he turned out to be gorgeous.

"Aye." He releases her from his hold, returning the frame to the top of the mantle. "Can I tell you something even more embarrassing than being interested in school more than girls?"

"Yes, please," she chants a little too enthusiastically.

He turns around, gazing into her eyes with a genuine expression on his face. "You're the first girl I've ever kissed."

Emma's eyes almost pop out of her skull. "Are you serious?!" She thought he was an experienced kisser the first time they made out. He has definitely improved since then though.

"As a heart attack. But you know what?"

"What?"

He wraps his arms around her back and presses his forehead against hers. "I don't regret it one bit. I'm glad you were my first kiss," he murmurs, eyeing her lips.

Emma kisses him softly before pulling away. Truthfully, she's relieved she was his first. "Well, then I should probably tell you… you were my first kiss too."

"I was?" He looks genuinely shocked.

"Yes," she laughs. "I don't exactly go around kissing every cute boy I meet."

"I know, love," he chuckles. "So, why me?"

"Because you were sweet and nice and not like other guys who have shown interest in me. Being the pastor's daughter isn't exactly a turn-on for guys, and the ones who weren't turned away weren't the type of guy I imagined being with."

"And what type was that?"

Emma bites her bottom lip, mulling over his question. "Honestly, I didn't really have a type or at least one that I was aware of, but now that I do, only one guy falls into that category… you."

Killian grins and they get lost in another kiss before they remember the popcorn in the microwave which beeped a few minutes ago.

"So, how did a guy like you become friends with Graham?" she asks, mentioning his name begrudgingly as they enter his bedroom, Emma carrying the bowl of popcorn and Killian carrying two Cherry Cokes.

"Well, we became friends after I offered to help him with his homework." He sets one of the cans down and pops open the tab of the other soda, handing it to her. "He was failing his classes and had to improve his grades if he wanted to continue playing sports. Then I found out he was manipulating girls, so I ran away from that friendship faster than you can say Hasta la vista, baby."

Emma burst into laughter at his Terminator impression. "You're such a nerd."

He blushes, not even attempting to argue.

Killian flips off the light, and they get settled into his bed, sitting next to each other and resting their backs against the headrest with the bowl on both their laps. He turns on Netflix and they search through the movies until they agree on one; Emma honestly doesn't care about what they watch, as long as she can be close to Killian. She curls up next to him and lays her head on his chest as he wraps an arm around her shoulders and kisses her temple. She rests her hand on his stomach, enjoying how solid and firm his torso is under her fingers.

His body feels so warm against hers and his hands feel so strong against her back as he starts rubbing gentle circles through the oversized t-shirt she's wearing. A delicate moan escapes her lips as she closes her eyes, relishing in the touch of his hands. It feels so good being alone with him like this, being in a warm bed, rather than the bed of his truck. She feels warm and comfortable and her mind keeps drifting to that moment in his truck before the rain had begun. She feels a flash of warmth in her belly at the memory.

"Isn't this nice?" he murmurs, stroking her hair and sweetly kissing the top of her head.

Emma nods against his chest. "This is so nice, I never want to leave. I just want to stay right here forever."

"Me too, love, me too."

About an hour and a half into the movie, the popcorn is gone, their empty pop cans are on Killian's nightstand and Emma's sitting between his legs, her back pressed into his chest as his arms are snug around her under his Star Wars comforter. She yaws, her eyes falling shut.

"You sleepy, baby?" he whispers softly.

Emma nods against her chest.

"Shall we continue the movie or would you rather sleep?"

"We can finish it," she says sleepily. She wishes they could finish something else they had started.

After the movie ends, Killian suggests another one and Emma agrees because she's not ready to leave his arms just yet, only to use the restroom. He turns on the lamp as she stands up, stretching her limbs, her eyes slowly adjusting to the light. "I have to use the bathroom."

"Okay. I'll take the bowl and cans downstairs, otherwise, my dad will have a conniption if I leave them here."

"Okay," she laughs. "Meet you back here in a few minutes."

Emma sighs as she brushes her teeth with the toothbrush Killian had given her that was still in the package from his last Dentist visit. She can't believe they almost had sex, and now they're just hanging out in his bed like nothing happened. She has no problem with that, she just doesn't know how she'll be able to keep her hands to herself for much longer.

She rinses out her mouth and returns to Killian's room to find he hasn't returned to yet. She's about to slip under the covers but then decides she doesn't want to watch another movie. She has something else in mind. Her heart is pounding mercilessly as she pulls off Killian's boxers and lays across the bed on her side, planting her cheek on her fist and her elbow on the mattress. The t-shirt she's wearing is just long enough to reach her thighs, just low enough to tease her boyfriend.

As she waits, a mixture of emotions simmer inside her, and when the door finally opens, excitement and anxiety rise in her chest.

Killian enters with more Cherry Cokes. "I grabbed the pops before I realized how dumb that was considering you just—" Killian freezes mid-sentence, his mouth hanging open when he sees Emma laying on his bed in nothing but his t-shirt. His fingers clench around the cans, the aluminum crinkling a little in his hands. "Bloody hell…"

"Considering I just brushed my teeth?" she finishes for him with a giggle.

"Aye," he musters, his voice cracked.

"We could save them for later," she suggests with an impish smirk.

"And what pray tell did you have in mind that would keep us too occupied to enjoy our sodas?"

She purses her lips and rubs her chin like she has to think about his question. "Hmmm… I have a few ideas."

Killian draws a long, unsteady breath, expressing perhaps exasperation at his own indecisiveness as to what to do, but probably also expressing the itch that was building in his pajama pants. "Love, I think you're trying to kill me."

Emma feigns innocence as she bats her lashes. "Whatever do you mean? I would do no such thing."

Killian growls as he sets the pops down and climbs on the bed, running his hand up her leg as he lays on his side in front of her.

"You know exactly what you're doing, otherwise you wouldn't have removed my boxers from your long, pretty legs."

"They fell off…" she shrugs. "Ooops." Her lips are laced with a mischievous smile.

"Uh-huh," he chuckles and leans in a little closer, claiming her lips with his.

Her eyes flutter shut as she moves her lips against his, enjoying how warm and soft his mouth is, their tongues connecting, sending liquid heat through her blood. He slides his hand in her hair as they deepen the kiss and become completely consumed by each other. Her entire body pulsates with need, her nipples hardening through the shirt she's wearing, her breasts flushed against his chest. His hand moves from her cheek and runs down her neck before venturing south. He doesn't stop at her breasts, but instead slips his fingers under her shirt, around her thighs and in between her legs, feeling how wet she is. She's completely soaked.

She swallows the delicious groan clawing from his throat as he coats his fingertips in her nectar. "Still soaked, I see," he comments, smirking against her lips.

She smiles, unashamed. "Even more than I was when we got caught in the rain."

He chuckles and continues kissing her. Emma's curiosity blooms and she lifts her knee toward the ceiling to allow him better access, but instead, his hand glides up her body underneath the t-shirt and he cups her firm breast in his hand, squeezing it gently, her nipple stiff under his palm. She moans when he brushes his thumb over the pebbled flesh. She can't decide which feeling is strongest in her—excitement or apprehension—but she feels ready, more ready than she's ever felt before. Beyond that, she needs him inside her; she needs to feel them become one. Her body quivers slightly, from being a little afraid, but also very eager. Not only will this be the first time they're together, but it will also be their first time.

The thought of having him inside of her makes her dizzy and her whole body tingles.

She kisses him hungrily, running a hand over his chest, appreciating the little groan he offers when she sucks on his tongue. He switches his hand to her other breast, kneading the soft weight in his fingers, pulling gently on her nipple and she feels his erection hardening in his pants, twitching against her entrance. Emma moans, her body erupting with feelings she has never experienced before. She reaches between them and slips her hand inside his pants, wrapping her fingers around his dick. It twitches involuntarily at her touch.

"Oh my God," she moans, feeling how hard and big he is, feeling the ridges of muscle underneath his skin.

He groans against her lips as she gives him a few experimental strokes. Soon, white stickiness is oozing from his velvety tip that she can feel under her thumb. Emma's core pulsates with need; being able to touch him and feel how badly he wants her hastens her urgency to have him. She removes her hand only to shove down his pants, and he helps her, both of them moving frantically. When he's kneeling before her naked, his cock long and aching, the thought of him erupting inside of her—because of her—makes her rapturous. "Fuck."

Killian chuckles, amusement dancing in his eyes. "I've never heard you swear before."

Emma smiles bashfully, her cheeks flooding with blush. "Sorry."

"Please don't apologize. I enjoy hearing you cuss."

"Yeah?" she asks, arching a brow as her hand returns to his shaft and continues to stroke him. "You like when I say fuck?"

He groans and thrusts his hips into her touch. "God yes."

She sees what washes over him—a feeling of not being in control, of needing release, of begging for whatever she has in mind to come next. And Emma can barely maintain herself.

"Oh fuck, Killian…" She's so consumed with heat, she removes her top without thinking about it, her heart slamming in her chest. This is it, the moment she has waited for, when she steps out of the shell she had encased herself in and bears herself to him so he can drink in her naked form, take in her beauty and appreciate the young woman in her. She tosses the shirt to the floor and can see any traces of doubt in his eyes completely dissipate when his eyes take in all she has to offer. She delights in how his eyes light up when he sees her naked for the first time.

"God, Emma," he whispers, his voice completely wrecked as his eyes glide over her breasts, her pink nipples stiff under her gaze.

Emma's felt cute before, beautiful even, but she's never felt sexy before him. Feeling sexy is a foreign concept to her, but the way Killian looks at her, the way his eyes sweep over her form makes her feel sexy. He makes her feel desirable.

"You're so gorgeous." He lowers his head and moves in, kissing along the curve of her breast, eagerly latching on to a nipple with his lips. He draws the stiff bud into his mouth, allowing his teeth to nibble gently on the delicate flesh as he wraps his arms around her back.

Emma moans, writhing in his hold as she straddles him so she can grind into him. She grips onto his shoulders and dips her head back, her nectar smearing over his length. He slides his hand down her belly as he explores her breasts very thoroughly, taking one in his mouth and one in his hand, squeezing, pulling and suckling her nipples as his other hand falls to her entrance, her nectar coating his fingertips. He's in the right position to suck on her breasts and finger her at the same time.

Emma's legs tremble as he gently strokes her folds, which are gleaming with wetness, so much so that his finger easily slides into her. He licks her breast, twirling his tongue around her areola and sucks her nipple into his mouth, groaning several times at how good she tastes. How good she feels in his mouth. How good she feels around his finger. His hands and lips take turns exploring her breasts, switching back and forth between each one as he feathers her clit. Emma moves her hands to his hair as he thrusts his finger inside of her heat, her chest lifting and falling sporadically as he finds the spot that produces a moan from deep in her belly. She's not prepared for the sensations surging through her, as much as she wants him, as much as she craves him. Her fingers clench around his hair as her walls clench around his finger. She rides him vigorously, chasing the unbelievable pleasure coursing through her as a wave of violent tremors possesses her body; it's so sudden and unexpected and explosive. It's an incredible sensation, unlike anything she's ever felt before.

With one final suck, he releases her breast from his mouth with a pop, his eyes connecting with hers as he revels in the way she falls apart in his hand. Her whole body is shuddering and her arms and legs are shaking as he presses a kiss to her forehead, the room spinning around her. Killian grips her waist to hold her steady, and she's grateful because her knees are weak and she wouldn't be able to hold herself up on her own.

She's obviously no expert, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out she just experienced her very first orgasm. She's in shock at how fast she exploded, and how he only had to use his hand to make her cum, and she can't wait for his cock to replace the finger she'd felt inside of her seconds ago. "Killian… I need you," she cries desperately, surprised she can even speak after that mind-boggling orgasm.

Needing no further encouragement, he gently lays Emma on her back, lowering his head to kiss her slowly. She responds by easing her legs apart and hooking them loosely around his back.

Breaking the kiss he stares deeply into her eyes, searching for even a trace of doubt or disapproval. "Are you sure about this, love?"

She nods, cupping his cheeks in her hands. "Yes, Killian. I love you. I want you. Please make love to me," she adds, in case he's still not sure about whether she wants this.

"I love you too, Emma," he says raspily and gently lowers the head of his cock at her slick entrance.

Their eyes are still locked, heartbeats thumping wildly as he slowly eases into her tight sheath. She's so wet, he glides in easily before finding resistance. Emma bites her bottom lip, preparing for this part to hurt, but she's so desperate to be filled by her boyfriend's cock, she doesn't mind. He hesitates for a second and lingers there, enjoying the sensation of being so tightly enveloped by her warmth, but Emma snakes her legs around him and her hands clutch onto his shoulder blades, pulling him into her. She holds her breath, and when he plunges through her walls, she's hit with a heady mixture of pain and pleasure and bites down gently on his shoulder. Any pain she feels though immediately subsides, and she only feels pleasure, the pleasure of finally submitting her body to him.

Thunder crashes outside, heavy rain beating on the window as he moves inside of her, slowly at first, exploring her uncharted depths. Neither has ever felt so complete. She feels full—very full, her walls perfectly conforming around his cock and soon, he's making love to her at a steady, natural pace. Emma moves with him, and they're perfectly in sync. This is everything she had hoped for and so much more. He feels perfect inside of her and she wants every second of this to last forever.

"God, you feel incredible," he groans, barely keeping himself together as he buries his face in her hair, which is spread out over the pillow. "I'm not going to last long, baby," he whispers in her ear.

"It's okay," she moans, his words making her shudder. "We have all night."

He lifts his head and she gives him an encouraging smile. He answers with a grin and kisses her lips. "I love the idea of that."

Emma tightens her legs around his back, wanting more of him, and soon he's driving into her deep with reckless abandon.

"Killian!" she cries, her peak cresting the surface, slowly but intensely. Her mind is a cloud of lust and all she can think about is her boyfriend's dick inside of her, slowly bringing her to her sweet demise.

Killian reaches between them and strokes her clit, and Emma quickly learns this technique is her undoing. She falls completely apart in his arms, moaning and whimpering and cursing as her entire body jolts, her toes curling into the back of his thighs, her fingernails clawing into Killian's back.

Her walls flutter around him, and the increased pressure is too much.

"Emma…" He groans and snaps his hips repeatedly, his muscles convulsing. Cum spurts from the slit of his cock, pouring deep inside her depths, her walls shuddering around him, milking every last drop. He pumps into her for a few seconds longer, savoring his orgasm.

Still inside her, he gently collapses onto her body, breathing sporadically as he rests his head on her chest, panting against her skin.

She stares at the ceiling, her vision blurry as she combs her hands through his hair. She's heard her friends speak of losing their virginities as they tried to explain what orgasms felt like, but never in her wildest fantasy, did Emma imagine what this could feel like.

She's glad to have given herself to Killian, she truly has no regrets, even as she stares at her purity ring and bites her bottom lip, but it ended too fast. She was right though. They have all night. His father wouldn't be home until tomorrow afternoon. And they squeeze every last drop out of their evening, making love a couple more times before jumping in the shower together.

After turning off the lights, they return to his bed, both content and sated as they slip under the covers and hold each other, easily falling into a deep, blissful slumber.

Seven Weeks Later…

The December air is bitter cold as Emma gets out of her bug and trudges to Killian's truck. She's shivering and numb all at once, but not because of the weather.

How could she let this happen? How could they let this happen? Both of them were irresponsible, too enamored with each other to think about the consequences of their actions.

Emma is silent as Killian helps her into the truck, which is still running, producing heat. Always a gentleman, she thinks, except when she needed him to be a gentleman the most. Stop, Emma chastises herself. She can't blame him for this. She's just as responsible for this as he is, maybe even a little more since she initiated it in the first place.

He goes around to the driver's side and gets in, shutting the door as Emma stares vacantly through a watery gaze, absentmindedly watching the snowflakes land softly on the windshield.

Maybe she's worried for nothing. Maybe she's overreacting. Maybe she shouldn't even say anything until she knows for sure. But if she doesn't get this off her chest, she might implode.

"Emma, baby, you alright?" His expression is laced with concern as he takes his hand in hers. "What did you need to tell me?"

Emma draws in a deep, exasperated breath, her face drained of blood as she turns to look at him. She has to tell him. She has to prepare him, just in case her fears are confirmed. She can't even think about what will happen if she's right. She just can't. Her mind is already reeling with how Killian might react at the possibility. "Killian, I'm…." she stammers, unable to get the words out at first.

But he offers her an encouraging smile and takes both of her hands in his, gently kissing her knuckles. "What is it, love?"

She takes another deep breath, gathering the courage she needs from the way he touches her, the way he looks at her. "I'm late."

His face clouds with confusion. "Emma, we still have a few minutes before the bell rings. We'll be in class on time."

"No, Killian… that's not what I mean." She shakes her head, trying to hold back the tears stinging her eyes.

Killian's eyes are swarmed with worry as he waits for her to explain.

Just rip off the bandaid, she tells herself, squeezing her eyes shut. She opens her eyes again and the way Killian's staring at her makes her heart hurt. He's so worried and confused and if she doesn't explain soon, she's afraid he'll start sobbing too. So she blurts it out and prays for the best.

"I might be pregnant."