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The next morning Killian and Emma wake in each other's arms and once again Emma can't remember feeling this happy ever. It's truly terrifying to feel this and she can't help to wonder if Killian feels the same way about her.
While preparing to leave Sonoma pictures of Emma and Killian are everywhere, which is exactly what they wanted, but good god there was a horde of paparazzi waiting outside villa for them. All of them clambering to get a picture of the happy couple. Security had to be called so they could leave the villa safely.
If they thought the hoard of paparazzi was bad in Sonoma it is nothing compared to what meets them back in L.A. A security team sweeps them away into a town car, which heads towards Killian's house.
"This can't be good," Emma mutters under her breath when she notices Regina and David's cars in Killian's driveway. Killian just takes her hand.
"I'm sure it's just a strategy session, love," Killian reassures her. She knows he's most likely right, but something about this doesn't sit right with her. When they walk in through the front door they hear the raised voices of both their managers. The couple finds them in the kitchen, Regina upset, but collected and David red faced.
"What the bloody hell is going on?" Killian says raising his own voice in order to be heard. They stop immediately.
"No one ever mentioned you once dated Neal Cassidy of the Lost Boys," Regina says pointedly at Emma, who releases Killian's hand to cross her arms.
"Why the fuck does that matter?" Emma snaps back.
"Exactly the point I raised," David says.
"It looks like you have a type now," Regina tells the room. Emma rolls her eyes, but watches Killian for his reaction. Certainly he doesn't think that. She would never compare Killian and Neal. They're completely different people. He can't think that all this happened because she has happened to date a musician before him. Can he?
"Regina, lay off. No one important cares about that and it's simply not true," Killian says. A sense of flooding relief fills Emma at his words. She didn't think that she was only interested in him because of that, but it was nice to hear confirmation of this. Regina is about to fire back what is surely to be a witty response when Emma cuts her off.
"He's right. Neal wasn't discovered until after we broke up, so really he was nothing, but a wannabe rock star. He started this not me. I'm not adding fuel to this fire. I'll be polite and civil to any question they ask on the red carpet about him," Emma says with a sigh.
"That's good. Do not take the bait no matter what they say. That's the slimy bastard's goal here. You raising above his games will only make the two of you look better," David concludes. Regina nods, but still looks mad as hell.
"Fine, you two rest up and get back to work. The award show is Sunday night. Be here by 3 o'clock to get ready," Regina tells Emma sharply. Regina leaves abruptly after that. David pulls Emma aside.
"Hey, you're really alright?" he asks worried about her.
"Yeah I am. I'm not just saying that. I mean I'm annoyed by him butting in, but I don't care what he thinks or what he has to say," she shrugs. David nods and tells her that he's taking her home. Emma nods telling David she'll be out in a minute. Killian pulls her into his arms. She reaches up and pulls him in for one last kiss. When they break apart their foreheads touching, breathing heavily. He has a worried look in his eyes, one thinking that she might run. She shakes her head.
"I'm not going anywhere. What I said to David I meant. I care about you, about us. Not him," she says her hand reaching up to cup his cheek. He smiles slightly at this.
"Good, I quite like you being right here," he smirks and she does too.
"Can't get rid of me that easily, Jones," she teases and his grip around her waist tightens.
"I wouldn't dream of it, Swan," he tells her causing a blush to spread over her cheeks. He kisses her forehead and she has to leave despite wanting to stay. They both have places they need to be early tomorrow morning anyway.
David is waiting for her out in the car, bags already loaded in the trunk.
"Good, I thought I was going to have drag you away from him," he snorts and she smacks his arm.
"Oh just shut up and drive," she orders him despite the blush over her cheeks. He just smiles and starts the car.
The week goes by quickly for both Emma and Killian. They both have long work days and barely have the time or energy to speak to each other. More than a few nights Emma falls asleep with her phone in her hand. So when Saturday night rolls around and Killian shows up at her doorstep she smiles because she's been thinking about him all day.
"Hey stranger," she says letting him into her home. He presses a kiss into her cheek as she shuts the door behind him.
"Hello, love. Hope you don't mind me dropping by I just had to see you," he says pulling her into his arms. She loves the feeling of being with him, but she can feel he's tense. Something feels off.
"Of course I don't mind," she says looking up to his face, "but is everything alright?" He sighs and she sees the distress in his face without a word she leads them to the couch.
"I can't help, but to feel anxious about tomorrow," he admits. She takes his hand in hers.
"About your performance or the award?" she asks.
"The award, Regina was going on and on about how it will really help us and that we need this for more recognition. It's a lot of pressure," he says.
"I think that no matter what happens tomorrow this new album will blow everyone out of the water. Including me," she tells him, "It would be great if you guys won tomorrow, but it's not everything."
"Thank you, love. I knew you'd know what to say," he tells her and she blushes slightly.
"It's only the truth," she mutters.
"It doesn't hurt to hear it though," he tells her. She smiles and snuggles into his side as she turns on the TV flipping through the channels. Once they settle on a movie it only takes about thirty minutes before Emma falls asleep against him. He lets her sleep for a few minutes before waking her.
"Emma, should I be offended you don't find my company more exciting," he teases her as she wakes. She simply chuckles at this.
"Of course not. I've had a long day and you make a very good pillow," she says.
"I know, merely teasing, love," he smirks, "I'll let you get some sleep." He gets up moving to leave. Emma grabs his hand, giving it a small squeeze.
"You don't have to go you know," she tells him sheepishly, "You could stay." His breath catches and his eyebrow raises.
"If you want," she says, unsure. He doesn't say anything Killian just scoops Emma into his arms and stands.
"Killian! What on-" Emma squeals. Killian shuts her up with a kiss. Once they break he makes his way towards her bedroom, carrying her the whole time. When he finally sets her down on the bed she looks up at him feigning annoyance.
"You really had to carry me up here? You know I can walk right?" she asks propping herself up on her elbows. He smiles before brushing a kiss across her forehead.
"Yes I do, but I felt that it was necessary," he tells her. She just shakes her head and takes off her leggings before crawling into bed. Once settled she looks to Killian, who hasn't moved from his spot.
"Well are you joining me or not?" she asks him. He quickly takes off his jeans and t-shirt, leaving him in just his boxers. He slides under the covers pulling Emma close to him. He can't help, but marvel at how well they fit together at how natural it feels to be with her. Within a few short minutes Emma is already asleep. It takes him a bit longer, but within no time at all he joins her in slumber.
The next morning Mary Margaret lets herself into Emma's house with her very own key. Looking around and noticing that Emma isn't even up yet she sighs. Mary Margaret was really hoping she wouldn't have to drag Emma out of bed this morning. She calls out for Emma to get her ass up just as she opens the door to the bedroom. Not only does find Emma half asleep, but also finds Killian wide awake trying to rouse Emma.
"Five more minutes," Emma grumbles. Killian shakes her shoulder slightly then presses a kiss behind her ear when the shaking doesn't work.
"Love, Mary Margaret's here," he tells her. This causes Emma's eyes to spring open and find her friend at the foot of her bed with a smug look on her face.
"Morning, love birds," Mary Margaret smiles, "How about I go start some coffee and you hop in the shower. We've got work to do." Mary Margaret simply nods in Killian's direction before leaving.
"Well that's one way to wake you up," Killian smirks. Emma just rolls her eyes.
"I forgot she was coming over this early otherwise I would've set an alarm," she grumbles. He laughs and pulls her for a kiss. Her fingers find their way into his hair pulling him closer. His hand slides down to her ass, giving it a firm squeeze. When they pull apart he sighs and her head rests on his shoulder.
"As much as I'd love to continue this I think I should let you lady's get to it," he says moving out of the bed.
"You're probably right," she says as he puts yesterday's clothes back on. She sits up in bed and he makes his way over to her. She pulls Killian in for one final kiss.
"I'll see you later, love," he tells her once the break away. She nods and he leaves the room. Emma sighs, but pulls herself out of bed and into the shower.
On Killian's way out of the house he is stopped by Mary Margaret.
"Some coffee before you go?" she asks him.
"No, I'm good, but thank you," he tells her before moving to leave.
"Killian, wait," Mary Margaret calls out to him moving out of the kitchen and into the entryway. Killian looks at her expectantly, wondering what she could possibly say to him.
"There's just something else you need to know. I like you and I think you're good for Emma. She's happy and that's all I can ask for, as her family. However, she'll play down how much Neal affects her and he's going to try something. It's just who he is. Don't let her drawback from you because of him," Mary Margaret warns him.
"I'll do my best," he tells her. Mary Margaret then smiles and heads back into the kitchen. This new information makes Killian frown as he makes his way out of the house. Hearing this makes him wonder what kind of guy Neal Cassidy really was and why Neal would care about an ex-girlfriend he dated years ago?
After Emma steps out of the shower and dries off to find Mary Margaret sitting on her bed with a cup of coffee in hand with an entirely too smug look on her face.
"He stayed the night?" Mary Margaret asks, offering the cup of coffee to Emma, who rolls her eyes, but accepts the cup gladly.
"Yes, but you knew that," Emma points out.
"I did, but the look on your face is worth it though," Mary Margaret smiles, "Things must be going well."
"They are strangely enough, but wipe that smug look off your face it irritates me," Emma grumbles.
"That's exactly why I do it. Now, I've got some ideas for tonight," Mary Margaret says with a sly smile on her face before she launches into her plans for Emma's look tonight.
A few hours later after some much needed pampering and preparation Emma shows up at Killian's house just needing to put on her dress and finish her makeup. Killian greets them with a smile and a kiss for Emma, one she leans into happily. Will and Robin are there too they say hello to Emma, who introduces Mary Margaret to them. Regina comes in dressed to the nines and shoos away Emma and Mary Margaret ordering them to make sure Emma is ready in time.
Mary Margaret practically drags Emma away from Killian insisting that she can make out with him on the red carpet. Mary Margaret leads Emma into the spare bedroom they used for the last event. They get Emma into a short black dress with stiletto black boots that come all the way up past her knees. Mary Margaret does Emma's full face of makeup in record time. Her hair is then curled, but left down to cascade down her back. Mary Margaret smirks when she is done with Emma's hair.
"I think you out did yourself on this one," Emma jokes.
"He won't know what hit him," is the only comment her friend gives, "Now just avoid Neal and all will go well."
"Easier said than done I'm afraid," Emma says as they leave the spare bedroom. The guys and Regina are waiting for her at the bottom of the steps. Killian's jaw drops when he sees her and Will releases a wolf whistle that earns him a smack on the arm from Killian.
"Emma, are you trying to kill him tonight?" Will asks her, teasing. Will is starting to become the brother she never wanted.
"Nope that would defeat the purpose of the outfit," she winks back in response. Mary Margaret hugs her goodbye and Killian immediately snakes his hand around Emma's waist pulling her close. The group is sheparded out by Regina, telling them if they don't get moving they'll be late with traffic. Killian and Emma hang back for a moment while everyone else piles into the car.
"Will's right, love. I think you want to see my demise," he teases her, pressing a kiss behind her ear.
"I'll make sure you get through the night so you can fully enjoy this dress," she says with a sly smile before getting into the limo.
"I bloody well hope so," he says following her in.
The red carpet is the usual flurry of flashing lights and celebrities. Killian takes several pictures with the band then Robin and Regina spilt off to take pictures together. Then followed by Emma and Killian taking solo pictures together, leaving Will all by himself. Who takes it all instride claiming there needs to be at least on bachelor in the group.
Many of the photographers shout questions at Emma and Killian, which they choose to ignore. The band has an interview set up and then one with Emma and Killian. Those will be the only public statements coming from the group tonight.
Killian is absolutely driving her crazy though because his hands never leave her and he keeps giving her little teasing kisses. She places one hand on his chest and looks up at him. He smiles and looks down to her.
"Something the matter, love?" he says with a mischievous look in his eyes.
"Yes, you don't play fair," she tells him.
"Your dress isn't fair. I hope you share some of my frustration," he whispers in her ear before they have to move down the carpet again.
"Oh I feel it," she mumbles so only he can hear. He chuckles at her response. Once they reach the end of the carpet the boys get pulled to the side for their interview. Regina catches Emma's attention.
"Since we have a moment can I talk to you about something?" Regina asks, even though it doesn't really sound like a question. Emma nods unsure.
"You two don't have a strong social media presence and you guys should step that up if you want more people talking about you," when Regina sees Emma's skeptical look she sighs, "Just think about it, talk to David?" The manager asks and Emma agrees to this. A few minutes later the band's interview is over and Emma and Killian are swept into an interview of their own. The first few questions are playful, but then a hard one comes along.
"Emma, do have anything to say to Neal? He recently let it slip you two dated many years ago," James, the interviewer asks with a dazzling fake smile. Killian's grip on her hip tightens slightly. Without so much as a beat passing Emma answers with a fake smile of her own.
"You know, James I actually don't have anything to say. I wish him the best, but that was years ago. However I'm not here to talk about old flames, I'm here tonight to support my boyfriend and his amazing band. They have a new song that will knock everyone out of the water," she says unfazed by the interviewer's tackless question. The same interviewer who looks a little thrown by her response.
"Is Black Sails performing this amazing new song tonight?" James asks moving on.
"Aye, James. We're excited for the fans to hear it," Killian says. Emma smiles brightly up at Killian.
"Well we can't wait to hear it! You two are just the cutest couple, but I bet you get that all the time," Jame prattles on.
"We do," Emma says effortlessly. The interview ends shortly after that. Regina pulls the couple to the side.
"Great redirection, Emma and what an idiot. That was the best question he could come up with," Regina shakes her head.
"Gina, you're going into manager mode again," Robin warns as they enter the arena. She rolls her eyes and takes her husband's hand.
"Dear, it's not a mode. It's simply who I am," she tells him and he simply kisses her hand as the group makes their way to their seats.
The show starts as soon as the lights go down and it's a fun night filled with performances. Thankfully the band's performance is before their award category so they can distract themselves. When they slip away Killian presses a kiss into Emma's hair before leaving.
They perform Since We're Alone beautifully. The crowd of fans in front of the stage cheers for them and shows their love for the song, for the band and it warms Emma's heart to see Killian successful and loved by his fans. Emma's very aware of the cameras that switch to her, to see her reaction. Without even trying she keeps a smile on her face the whole song. David would be proud of her.
When the band comes back to their seats Killian gives Emma a searing kiss that leaves her wanting more.
"Tease," she whispers and he smirks. Not long after the band's category is up and Killian holds tightly onto Emma's hand through the announcement of the nominees. When Black Sails name is called as the winner Killian stares at Emma in shock. She pulls him in for a kiss and practically pushes him out of their row so he can go on stage with Will and Robin.
Will and Robin make short speeches leaving Killian for last, who still may be in shock.
"Wow, I'm afraid I wasn't quite prepared for this, but thank you to our fans we wouldn't be here without all of you. Thank you to these idiots on stage with me," which earns him a shove from Will and a chuckle from Robin, "To our wonderful manager, Regina. And of course my lovely, Emma. Finally, to our fans we have more coming, you won't want to miss it," Killian says with a cheeky smile. They are led off the stage with their award in hand. Being backstage is a blur to Killian. He just wants to get back to Emma, especially when he spots the Lost Boys getting ready to go on stage. Neal gives them an glare, clearly upset that Black Sails won over them. When Killian reaches Emma finally he finds her at the bar.
"Didn't think I'd find you here, love," he tells Emma.
"Just water, right now. I didn't want to give the camera's any footage of me during Neal's song," she shrugs, "But please tell me how do you feel? You guys won, like I knew you would. I'm proud," she beams throwing her arms around his neck.
"I think I'm still in shock honestly, but it feels good," he tells her. She pulls him in for an earth shattering kiss.
"You're playing with fire, Emma," he says, his lust clear in his gaze.
"I think I can handle it, can you?" She captures her lip between her teeth just to make him crazy. Robin approaches them.
"Do you two think you can untangle for a minute? We're needed back in our seats," Robin says and Emma blushes.
"Yes, spoil sport on our way," Killian says. The couple heads back to their seat hand in hand. The show ends about half an hour later and the group is whisked away to a star studded after party. Champagne is shoved into all their hands as they walk through the door and shortly after Robin and Regina are on the dance floor. Will wanders off after a rather attractive blonde. Killian and Emma find a secluded corner to finish off their drinks before making their way to the dance floor. Killian's hands are getting dangerously close to coming underneath her dress.
"You're the one who's playing with fire now," she tells him a little breathless.
"You can still handle it?" he asks as his hand moves up just half an inch higher.
"I can, but do you really want all this people to see me fall apart in your arms?" she says her voice low and husky. This causes Killian to stop his movements. He brings his lips up to her hand, brushing across it.
"I don't, love. I'm rather selfish you see, I want you all to myself," he whispers in her ear.
"Good, I wouldn't want anyone else to have me," she tells him, desire filling her voice. The arrival of Robin and Regina ends their conversation as they sit on the loveseat across from Emma and Killian. Emma takes this moment to excuse herself to the restroom. Killian smiles after her.
When Emma slips out to the bathroom to rejoin the group of course none other than Neal is waiting for her. She stiffens, but looks at him dead on.
"Neal, what do you want?" she asks, disgust in her voice.
"It's been a long time, lost girl," he smirks. Damn him and that stupid nickname. She tries to walk away, but he just blocks her path. She glares at him.
"You're not answering my question, so let me through," she snaps.
"So I see you still like rock stars, not much has changed with you," he says with a cheeky smile.
"I don't see how that's any of your business," she says balling up her fists.
"If that song was about you he should know you'll never give him your heart, you're not capable. Once a lost girl always a lost girl," he taunts her. Emma makes to walk away from him and his hand wraps around her arm. She looks down at his hand then his face.
"Take your hand off of me," she says through her teeth as his grip tightens around her arm. His grip is tight, but she won't give him the satisfaction of knowing that it bothers her.
"No one can love lost children like us, get used to people leaving Emma," he tells her.
"Why do you care so much about my love life? You left me," she snaps.
"Because by dating him you're making me look bad," he raises his voice.
"How? Before you butt your head in no one knew we dated," she hisses at him.
"I knew, my friends knew. By dating him you're elevating his music," he snaps.
"Oh my god. They won tonight and for once in your career you're worried you won't be on top anymore. Wow, this is low even for you. Now let me go," she snaps at him. He releases her arm from his grasp and she walks away from him as fast as she can. Emma can feel the rush of blood returning to her arm and a sense of relief. She scans the crowd for Killian. When she spots him he's looking for her as well. He seems to relax a little at the sight of her. Robin, Regina, and Will aren't far behind him. He walks up to her and frowns.
"Emma, what happened to your arm?" he asks concerned. Emma looks down and sees angry red marks that Neal left. Her hand goes to cover them up, not wanting anyone to see them at all.
"Neal, he cornered me when I came out of the bathroom. It's fine, I'm fine," she says with a shake of her head.
"No, it's not. He hurt you and that's certainly not okay," Robin says, searching the crowd for the bastard, which Killian and Will are already doing.
"Emma, you could show everyone how terrible he is. His career would be over," Regina says.
"I doubt that Neal's father is powerful. Let him be scared. I don't want to waste my energy on him," she tells the group. Regina just nods accepting her answer.
"He's goin' to learn a thing or two on how to treat a lady," Will says. Killian is seething with anger.
"Please don't. He's not worth it," she tells him, shaking her head.
"Aye, love. I know," he says before kissing her forehead, "We can just head home." Killian is concerned about her, Emma seems shaken, but energized.
"Fuck no. You guys won tonight. We're not going anywhere. He's acting out because he's scared. Let him act out, but he's not ruining our night," Emma tells the band. Will starts clapping.
"I knew I liked her for a reason. Come on we need drinks," Will cheers before heading to the bar. Robin shakes his head, but is just behind him, pulling Regina with him. Killian pulls Emma aside for a long deep kiss, it borders on being too much for a public event. Emma pulls away and gazes up into his eyes.
"Will you tell me what happened with him?" he whispers, frowning his hand tracing over the red mark on her arm that is slowly fading. She stills his hand.
"Later, tonight I want to have a good time with you," she winks at him and he nods. Emma grabs his hand and pulls him towards the bar. They drink, laugh, and dance until the teasing that has been going on all night between Emma and Killian becomes too much. It only takes one word from Killian to get them out if the party.
"Mercy," he whispers in her ear on the dance floor. She smiles in victory.
"Then take me home, Jones," she tells him. He grabs her hand and they make their over to their friends saying goodnight. Once outside the party the find the town car Regina hired to take them home. In the back seat is where the real trouble begins. Without any eyes on them Emma and Killian simply cannot keep their hands off one another. Their lips are connected, his tongue exploring her mouth. His hand palms her breast through her dress. When her hand palms his rigid cock through his pants he growls at the contact. He pulls away from her.
"Emma, I will not take you in the back of this car," he tells her.
"Why the hell not?" she asks breathless and wanting. He kisses the tops of her breasts, then her neck, then her lips.
"Because I want to hear every sound you can make and the driver certainly doesn't get to hear that," he says, his voice husky. She likes this side of him, the commanding and slightly possessive. It turns her on to no end.
"You better hope we get back soon then, because I feel like I'm close already," she tells him.
"Can you spare me no mercy?" he whines. She simply kisses his cheek. They get back to Killian's in relatively good time, thank god. As soon as the front door shuts behind them Emma has Killian pressed against it her hand undoing his buckle and moving his pants down. She grips his cock and pumps up and down. Killian lets out the most delicious moan, Emma can't get enough of it, she wants more. She drops to her knees in the entryway and without warning takes him into her mouth, which earns her another moan. Hollowing out her cheeks and lightly squeezing his balls she begins to move her mouth up and down. He calls out her name when she massages his balls. He is close to losing it, to cumming down her beautiful throat. That's not what he wants not tonight. He stops her movements, delightful as they are. She releases his cock with a soft popping sound.
"I can feel how close you are, don't tell me you didn't like that," she smirks.
"I loved every minute in your heavenly mouth, but my wish tonight is to fuck you senseless in my bed. I'll cum down your throat another time," he winks at her. His hand finally slides under her dress, only to be met by her wet folds. His fingers dance around her clit before sinking one digit slowly inside her. She whimpers at his touch.
"No underwear?" he asks her, surprised.
"Earlier you said I had no mercy, but I could've told you that hours ago," she smirks. He quickly withdraws his fingers from her and steps out of his pants, deciding if he doesn't have her now they both might combust on the spot. They make their way up the stairs and down the hallway only stopping a few times to make out against a wall.
When they finally make it to the bedroom Killians hands are frantically searching for the zipper and when he finds it he yanks it down with such a force it almost makes Emma lose her balance on her heels. As the dress falls to the floor Emma yanks open Killian's shirt causing all the buttons to scatter across the room. She makes quick work of her bra, flinging it somewhere unseen.
He's standing there cock erect taking in every curve of her body. She moves to begin taking off the her boots when he stops her. She raises an eyebrow at this.
"Leave them on," he tells her, voice husky.
"Really?" she asks surprised and when he only nods she simply smiles. When they fall into bed together they are a tangle of arms and legs and when he slides into her they both release a moan of satisfaction finally getting the relief they have been searching for all night. When Killian begins to move at a breakneck pace and Emma wraps her boot clad legs around him, her heels digging into his ass. Both are so on edge from the constant teasing of the night that it does not the long for either of them to find their releases. Once they do the fall into a heap of tangle limbs on the bed neither one of them wanting to move.
After what could be a few minutes or an hour Killian gets up and graciously helps Emma out of her boots before they fall asleep.