"Killian Jones, the nurse is requesting you," Miss French said, looking up from her desk as she received an email.
Killian grabbed his books and walked out of the class slowly. It was strange that the nurse would be calling him, he was never sick and he didn't have any siblings. He only had-
"Emma."
She was crying hysterically and the nurse was fussing, but couldn't manage to make her stop.
"Emma," Killian sighed, approaching the side of the recliner and watching her sob. He pulled her hand delicately away from her face, threading his fingers into it. "What's wrong?"
"They noticed," Emma sobbed. "I took off my sweater and they noticed!"
"Well, you knew it was going to happen sometime," Killian replied gently, rubbing soothing circles on her hand.
"But I didn't expect it to be so soon!" she sobbed. "What am I supposed to do?! I'm going to have to drop out. It's the only option. I'll – "
"And then you won't graduate, Swan, and I will not let that happen," Killian answered fiercely. "We're in this together, Swan and we will find a way."
Emma had just gotten off the phone when she heard him knocking at her door. And she knew it was him. No one else had that ridiculous rhythm as he sing-songed, "Far longer than forever" to her through the door.
"Got your mail," he said, giving her one of his suave grins. "Who was on the phone?"
"That was the head of the school," Emma answered. "They've agreed to give some thought to a different mode of me finishing up my Senior Year."
"Swan…"
"Not yet," Emma finished up, giving him a small smile. "I'm okay to keep going for now, but come April, May, I'll be really tired and I won't be able to go, so I'm going to try and finish by then."
Killian couldn't help himself. He pulled her into his arms and she was encompassed by the biggest hug she had had in a very long time. God, she'd missed him – more than she'd cared to admit. Breathing him in she gave a content sigh, sinking into him.
"Thank you," Emma murmured into his chest, snuggling against him. He chuckled and she felt the sound rumbling through his chest.
"Alright, cocoa?" he asked, pulling away and handing her the mail in exchange.
"You know the way to my heart, Killian Jones."
"Just the way to your stomach," Killian called back from the kitchen as she tore into the mail. She was expecting junk, some stupid stuff.
She wasn't expecting an acceptance letter from Northwestern University in her mail. Not at all. It had kind of been pushed out of her mind with everything going on. She was just trying to graduate – she hadn't even thought of college in a while…
"Hey! Swan! Do you want popcorn? Cause I might…" He rounded the corner and stopped. "What happened – what's wrong?!"
She couldn't respond, she just held out her paper to him and waited for him to read it. She heard his sharp intake of breath as though it were the only sound in the room. Maybe it was – she wasn't sure if she'd forgotten to breathe.
"Emma…this is brilliant." He approached her slowly. "You're brilliant. This is what you wanted, right? You couldn't stop talking about it last year."
"Before..."
"Emma," Killian pulled her back into his arms. "Your life doesn't end because you have a child."
"No, but it's going to be about him – not just about me."
"And that means you can't go to college?" Killian looked at her doubtfully. "You've been multi-tasking since the day you were born. And you've always got me. Even when you don't want me. Which is quite frequently I might add."
God, he was amazing. Her eyes teared up as she thought back over everything he had done for her in the last few months even when she pushed him away at every turn.
"Killian," Emma whispered, her face moving upwards, looking up to him curiously. She hadn't kissed him in months; ever since she'd taken a step back…
She wanted to.
She wanted to kiss him.
"Emma," he warned. "Please don't. Not if you don't mean it."
"I do," she whispered, her fingers tracing his stubble.
And when her lips pressed against his, it felt like coming home. She was soft and tentative, exploring him like she never had before. He opened his mouth at her bequest, her tongue slipping between his lips to tangle with his.
Her hands slipped from his face to his neck, then up to his scalp where she threaded her hands through his ruffled hair, feeling the texture beneath her fingers. She was so focused on him, that she barely noticed the way he was trailing his fingers along the space between her shirt and pants, alighting her skin with the barest touch.
But when she did notice, she felt his touch spreading through her body. It was probably her hormones, and she should probably step away right now before she threw Killian down on her bed and told him to fuck her. She'd gone too long without his touch – wanting him and pushing him away…
"God, I want you, Emma…" he breathed, lips moving to the junction of her neck. She could feel him pulling at her skin and couldn't help the whimper that escaped her lips. "But we can't…I can't…" He was pulling away.
"You want me," Emma breathed, chasing after his lips and pulling him forward as she fisted her hands in his collar. "Tell me."
"Always," Killian whispered, lowering his lips to her forehead. "But I can't, Swan. You haven't since…him. And I don't want to hurt you."
"But I want you," Emma answered, frustrated. She began to pull at his shirt, reaching for his buttons and pulling them apart fervently. "I don't care anymore; not about that."
"Emma." He tried to push her away, but only succeeded in stalling her. His hands were holding onto her wrists carefully as he begged, "I want you to know for sure."
"I do," she answered, "I want you. And if it makes you feel better, I will go to see a counsellor. It'll probably make me feel better too. But right now, Killian Jones, I want you."
And when his eyes flashed with desire, she knew he was gone.
Emma's shirt was off within a millisecond and all he wanted was trace his tongue over every inch of her because she was so beautiful. Emma looked up at him apprehensively as his fingers traced over her protruding stomach. He sank to his knees and eyed it carefully.
"How am I meant to do anything when I know he's looking at me?" Killian teased before placing a soft kiss upon her stretched skin.
"I'm sure you'll – ah – manage." Killian had pulled down her yoga pants and quickly pressed his fingers against her clit through her panties. He felt her shaking and quickly pulled away, grinning as she whined at the loss.
"To bed with you, woman," Killian grinned, chasing her over to the bed as he removed his shirt, throwing it off behind him. She threw off her shirt and panties as well and sat on her bed completely naked, eying him with the most wanton expression Killian Jones had ever seen.
"You are so beautiful, Swan," he whispered, crawling onto the bed and running his hands up her legs. "You are so amazing."
His lips pressed against the inside of her knee, following the curve of her leg upwards towards the apex of her thighs.
"Mmm, are you going to…" She gasped as he came into contact with her heat, his tongue slipping between her folds, searching for her nub of pleasurable. "Fuck! Killian…"
A hand slipped into his hair, tightening on his scalp. He growled into Emma, making her buck into his mouth. She was vibrating beneath him, her moans coming like a constant wave through the room. All he wanted was to make her come. He didn't even care about his massive hard on right now. She deserved this. When his fingers came into the mix, plunging into her cunt with fervour coaxing her towards her orgasm. He could feed her teetering on the edge when she murmured, "Killian, I'm going to come…"
He pulled away, his fingers continuing relentlessly as he searched for her face. Her eyes locked with his and he couldn't look away. "Come, Emma," he whispered.
Emma's whimpers trailed off for a moment as she lost her breath, but then let it out in a drawn out incoherent babble that simply sounded like pleasure incarnate as she clenched around his fingers, shaking in ecstasy.
She fell depleted onto the bed, trying to pull him up to kiss him, but Killian simply chuckled at her, crawling up to lie down next to her, and place a chaste kiss upon her lips.
"What about you?" Emma whispered, trailing her hand down his chest, but he stopped her, bringing her fingers to his lips to kiss each fingertip delicately.
"This was for you," Killian breathed with a soft smile. "I'll survive."
"Mmm, but I like you," Emma whispered, a contented grin upon her face as she rolled onto her side. "You're pretty. And you have the mouth of an angel."
"Or devil," he replied with a smirk.
"Well, you are devilishly handsome," Emma said, pressing a soft kiss to his bare chest. He couldn't keep the smile off his face, but he tried to think of his upcoming history exam to make his erection desist.
They dozed for a while, simply stroking each other's skin lightly, pressing butterfly kisses to each other's skin, before Emma asked, "Where are you going to college, Killian?"
"I erm," he hesitated, "I wanted to know where you were going before I decided."
"You can't base your decision on me, Killian." Emma was on her elbows at that point, looking at him curiously.
"I can and I will," he answered with a smile. He was happy. And this was, perhaps, the most important decision of his life, but it was also the easiest one he had ever made. "I know that you're keeping the baby and you don't want to commit to college yet which is why I'm going to be with you every step of the way."
"What?" Emma was looking at him in shock – her green eyes wide and incomprehensible.
"You heard me," he answered, trailing his hand down his arm. "I'm in this for the long haul, Swan."
"Can we not move for a while?"
"I don't know," Killian answered, looking over at her clock. "It's dinner in half an hour."
"Then let's just stay here for then," Emma answered, snuggling back into his side and pulling the quilt over them. "Let's just stay."
"I'm okay with that, love," Killian answered, tugging her into him and breathing in her scent with great joy. "I am very, very, okay with that."