This took way longer than I expected but the last part is finally here. Thank you Tori for helping me decide things because sometimes I have issues with that :)
This is unbeta'd, so please forgive my mistakes. Thank you for reading and for all of the feedback. I've hope you enjoyed it.
Lydia, I hope it doesn't dissapoint ;) Love you.
"So, were you surprised?" Emma asks sheepishly, feeling the push and pull in her belly—she's so guilty and embarrassed, but at the same time, she actually wantsto be here with him to celebrate his birthday.
Killian's cheeks are stained with red, lips curving into a bashful smirk. "Aye. It certainly was an unexpected, but very pleasant surprise."
Emma blushes and reaches out her hand, playfully tapping his arm, her fingers brushing along the fabric of his shirt. She feels like such an idiot because she has absolutely no idea how to act around him. She didn't even know how to classify their relationship before—it was some sort of a complicated, love-hate, frenemy situation, or enemies turned friends who got their kicks from ragging each other—so how the hell was she supposed to classify it now? "Well good, I'm glad Milah and I could be secretive enough in our planning."
When Killian clears his throat, his eyes widen and there's a trace of comprehension written in the lines of his handsome face. "Oh, you mean the party." He chuckles in relief and scratches behind his ear, clearly embarrassed. "Right—it's uh—it's certainly a surprise."
Emma's pretty sure the color of her face matches the color of his, a smile forcing its way upon her lips, her eyes darting away from him to defuse the awkwardness of the situation. She didn't even realize the double entendre, or that he could have misinterpreted her question. "Yeah, I think we both know this morning was a surprise for both of us."
"Aye, but I'm uh… I'm not complaining."
Emma's heart flutters, her eyes returning to his. "About this morning? Or the party?"
"Both," he states, his voice faintly wrecked, his face even redder than before. Their eyes are locked in a heated gaze, and she knows she shouldn't, but a part of her wishes he wasn't with Milah. The thought of him being with her makes Emma physically ill. She's not in denial, though. She knows one blowjob isn't going to change anything. It's not going to change how he feels about her… it's not going to change how he feels about Milah… will it? Or maybe his feelings have already changed about her. Maybe not.
"So, did uh… did Milah really put you up to this, or was this all your idea, love?"
"I… this was Milah's idea," Emma bluffs. "I just wanted to help out."
He nods, accepting her answer—or so she thinks. "Of course. And I see you've been acquainted with my sister," he points out, his eyes wandering over to where the other dark-haired Jones stands, chatting with some guests.
"Yeah, I have. She's nice. Much nicer than her brother," Emma teases.
Killian glances at Emma again. "She may seem nice, but don't let her fool you. She used to beat me as a young lad," he laughs. "But she was bigger than I was."
Emma grins smugly, thinking about the dirt she as on him. "I know. She showed me pictures."
Killian frowns. "She what?" He glares at his sister and gestures for her to come over.
Leanna excuses herself from the group and walks across the room, joining Killian and Emma. "Yes big brother?" She smiles, fluttering her dark long lashes, blue eyes sparkling. Those eyes certainly run in the Jones family.
"Did you show Emma embarrassing photos of me?"
"Who me? Never," she replies playfully, pointing to herself. "I would never do such a thing."
Killian scoffs. "Rubbish."
"Okay, fine, I did. But Emma here was speaking very highly of you, so I had to show her who you really are," she taunts him.
Killian stares at Emma in surprise, and her cheeks are flaring with heat again. "She was?"
"Aye. And I may have shared some embarrassing childhood stories too."
Emma titters. "That's right. Now I know all of your embarrassing secrets."
"Alright, ladies, I think you've had enough fun picking on my pal here," Victor interjects as he puts his arm around Killian's shoulder. "Nobody knows more secrets about Jones than I do."
Hah, that's what you think, Emma wants to argue, but keeps the words to herself.
Before she can mutter anything else, Milah is joining them, handing Killian a drink and kissing his cheek. "Here you go, babe."
"Thanks, love," he says appreciatively, taking a sip.
"Oh, Em, there's someone I'd like you to meet." Milah grabs her hand, tugging her away as Emma eyes her suspiciously. "You don't know this, but I invited him at the last minute as a thank you for helping me with this."
"Invited who?" Emma asks, but at the same time she's not sure if she really wants the answer as Milah pulls her through the crowd. As soon as they stop in front of him, he turns around. Emma fully understands who her roommate is referring to, and why. He has dark brown hair and the same eyes as Milah. Emma's never met him in person, but she knows exactly who he is from family photos.
"This is my cousin," Milah informs her before speaking to said cousin, "and this is the roommate I've been telling you about." As Milah glances between the two of them she's grinning proudly, as though she has done an amazing deed by introducing them to each other, and is expecting a good Samaritan award or something. During the whole process of preparing for the party, Milah kept droning on and on about this guy, saying he'd be perfect for her.
A big grin appears on his face as he sticks out his hand to shake Emma's. "Ah, the illusive Emma Swan. It's nice to finally meet you. I'm Neal."
It's funny, Milah thinks Neal is perfect for Emma but doesn't realize how perfect Killian is for her. Or maybe she does, but refuses to admit it.
• • • •
Killian sighs in frustration as he gazes across the lake, hoping the view will calm him, which it does a bit, but he's still distraught. Milah has broken their plans once again and they'd gotten into a fight. It's only been three months since they'd been dating and he wonders if Milah is as involved in the relationship as he is because sometimes it doesn't seem that way.
"You look like you could use some coconut shrimp and a coke."
The voice is angelic, pulling him from his thoughts, which he sees as a very good thing.
"And maybe some company?"
He turns his head, a slow smile pulling at his lips as he sees Emma standing there with a to-go box and a drink. He nods and pats the seat on the bench next to him. "You had me at coconut shrimp."
Emma giggles, and it's the most adorable sound, magically bringing him to life as she claims the spot next to him, handing over the items. "Milah told me what happened so I thought I might find you here."
"You know me too well, love."
Emma shrugs. "You mentioned you often come here to think."
"Today is certainly one of those times."
"Well, make no mistake—I was certainly not hoping you'd be okay," she teases playfully. "I only came to cause you more misery."
"Oh, is that so?" Killian chuckles.
She nods. "Mmmhmmm."
Killian knows that is a lie—the blush in her cheeks and the worry in her eyes give her away—and his heart flutters at her thoughtfulness. Milah is her roommate—her friend—but instead of taking sides Emma came to make sure he was okay. "Then it's working. All you need to do is show up," he taunts back, earning an eye roll.
"You're incorrigible."
Killian offers a soft shrug. "I know." He stares wistfully across the water, and as much as he appreciates the food she's brought him, he's not sure he can stomach anything at the moment.
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
Killian musters a weak smile and observes her, catching the genuine concern etched in her features. "Do I have a choice?"
She shakes her head. "Not so much." Emma takes the food and drink from him, setting the coke on the ground and the container next to her as she scoots closer to him, offering her undivided attention. "It doesn't have to be about Milah or the fight you had. You can just tell me about something else; how about that?"
Emitting an exasperated sigh, Killian figures it won't hurt to vent. "It's okay, love. I can talk about it." Emma already knows what happened, but he explains his side of the story and how it makes him feel when Milah cancels their plans because she's forgotten about a paper that was due or a study date or hair appointment, or because she had to bail her cousin out of jail (she's already done that twice since Killian's been dating her).
Emma doesn't say much; she only listens with open ears, letting him speak without filter, and he appreciates that more than she can possibly know.
"I guess I knew what I signed up for when we started dating, and Milah's a great lass; she's fun and adventurous, and sometimes that's enough, but other times… other times it's not."
To his surprise, Emma offers a small smile, placing a hand on his shoulder to comfort him. "Hey, I get it. I mean, deep down you know you need more but at the same time you're not even sure if you deservemore."
"Aye, exactly."
"Well, perhaps you deserve more than you think you do..."
Killian has to pause at the statement. Is Emma trying to tell him he deserves more to make him feel better or does she actually think he does?
"Maybe. What do think, Swan? I mean, I know you hate my guts and you might tell me to go to hell for asking this, but in all honesty, do you think Milah and I are a good match?"
When Emma swallows thickly, and stares at him blankly, her unspoken answer is the most obvious thing in the world, but will she admit it?
"Honestly? I think… I think you're still young and you have yet to find someone who's perfect for you. Or maybe you've already found her, but the timing's off."
Killian's taken aback as he studies Emma carefully, her emerald greens staring back at him. He doesn't want to think too much into it, but could she be referring to herself? She seems to gethim more than anyone else ever has, or is his theory only inside his head?
The air is thick between them, but before he can even blink, Emma is turning away, blushing as she throws her gaze to the ground, breaking the silence with a laugh. "Would it make you feel better if you thought the reason why Milah was cancelling her plans was to sneak around with me?"
"Actually yes," he chuckles with her, certainly not envisioning what that would look like—the two most prettiest lasses he knows engaging in more than just friendly girl talk. They're both beautiful and fierce in their own, unique ways. Milah is like a raven, wings dark as night and eyes full of danger, and Emma... Emma is like a swan with soft white feathers, innocence shown in her emerald depths. Killian has to stop his train of thought; he might be losing his mind just a little.
Nevertheless, he actually feels much better having lifted these things off his chest, and when Emma encourages him to eat the food she was so kind enough to get him, before it gets cold, he happily relents. They start chatting about other things, and when he's finished eating, he's still sipping the coke as they get up and walk around the park.
• • • •
"There sure are a lot of good looking chicks at this party. Would you be mad if I took one home?"
Killian rolls his eyes at Victor, not even bothering to respond as he takes a sip of his punch. He's just glad his mate didn't drink very much because he's ten times worse when he's drunk.
"I mean, Emma for example, can sure as hell pull off that dress." Victor wags his eyes inappropriately. "I'd be glad to do it for her if you know what I mean."
Killian's blood is sizzling, but before he can respond, Victor adds, "but it looks like she's already taken by Milah's cousin."
"Huh?" Killian follows whale's gaze, and sure enough, he sees Emma across the room chatting with Neal.
Bloody hell.
Killian's met the ponce once before and he's definitely not a fan, especially now that Milah has introduced him to Emma, probably expecting them to hit it off because why else would she invite him? Killian clenches his fist as he watches the two of them, but it's more than just a pang of jealousy he feels. He wants to protect Emma at all costs. The bloke's been in and out of jail several times for shoplifting and god knows what else, and Killian refuses to put even a smidge of trust in him.
"And your sister… wowza ... when did she get so hot?" Victor asks, blowing a small whistle.
"Vic, seriously? You're my best mate and all, but if you talk about Emma or my sister like that again I will not hesitate to beat you to a bloody pulp," Killian warns in a seething tone.
Victor holds up his hands in surrender. "Alright alright, sorry man. Don't get your knickers twisted in a bundle."
"Time for cake!" Milah calls out, lighting up the wick of the candle, which is the number 22, with a match.
Everyone sings Happy Birthday, all eyes on him as he looks around the room wearing a bashful smile. He still can't believe Emma and Milah did all of this for him, but he feels guilty. How can he break up with his girlfriend after all of the trouble she went through?
"Make a wish and blow out the candle," Milah encourages with a big smile.
Killian stares at the cake in front of him and clears his throat when his eyes land on Emma and Milah's asshole of a cousin again. He takes a sip from his punch through gritted teeth to suppress the feral growl threatening him as he sees Neal trying to put the moves on her. He can see the hand going around Emma's hip as she quickly pulls away. Judging by the look on her face, Killian knows she's uncomfortable, and he doesn't care if they spent weeks making this party possible, he will punch the git if need be. One false move and his fist will be impaling Neal's throat in the blink of an eye.
"Okay, if you don't blow out the candle, I'll have Emma blow for you."
Killian almost spits out his drink all over the cake because her words remind him of that morning when Emma certainly was blowing for him. He offers a small smile and leans forward, making a wish and blowing out the candle.
Milah hands him the first slice and he finds a spot on the sofa, trying to enjoy it,trying not to look over at Emma and Neal, but it's very difficult. Luckily Victor is a good distraction as he joins Killian. Although, good distraction may not be the most accurate term.
Before he's even close to finishing his slice of cake, Milah is grinning and biting her lip in anticipation before handing him a gift.
He pulls his gaze from Emma who's trying to eat her dessert in peace while Neal is chatting at her. Trying to cover up any emotions he feels with an awkward grin, he reluctantly takes the rectangular-shaped box that's rather heavy. His heart is pounding as he unwraps it, trying not to notice the certain pair of eyes on him, and when he removes the item from the wrapping paper, his jaw drops; he's completely floored.
• • • •
"So, what's your favorite movie, love?" he asks, her arm looped through his, trying to keep the conversation as pleasant as possible so as to distract himself.
Without thinking about it, she replies with, "The Princess Bride."
"Ah, I should've known it would be something involving a dashing pirate," he chuckles. "Though I would've expected something more like the Pirates of the Caribbean."
Emma shrugs, unimpressed by the movie choice. "Not so much. I prefer Westley's 'as you wish' to Jack Sparrow's 'why is all the rum gone?'. So, what about you? What's your favorite movie? I'm guessing it also has something to do with pirates?"
Killian smiles bashfully and transfers his drink to his other hand, scratching behind his ear. "Are you sure you want to know? I do love a good pirate movie, Peter Pan being my favorite, but despite the bike and leather jacket, I'm actually very nerdy," he admits with a chuckle. "As a wee lad, I was very bookish, prone to crying and wore glasses that took up the vast majority of my face."
"Oh my god, that's fantastic," Emma snickers, absolutely giddy with excitement. "Okay, now you musttell me."
Killian is grinning so broadly at Emma's interest and the fact she's able to relax into his side as they walk—he loves seeing this carefree side of her—his cheeks are starting to hurt. "Okay, but you can't laugh."
"I won't. Promise." Emma's expression immediately turns serious as she tightens her lips.
"And you won't tell anyone?"
She shakes her head, beginning to state, "My lips," while making a motion to zip her mouth, "are sealed."
"Alright, Swan, I'm trusting you. My favorite movie is Lord of the Rings."
To his surprise, Emma seems unaffected by his confession.
"That's not so bad. My father is a huge fan of the books and films, and we would always watch the movies with my mom and brother on family nights. He's not a fan of pirates, but I think you two would get along."
"That's very nice, love. Your father's a smart lad," he smirks, "but it's worse than you think."
"And how's that?"
"Well, love, I'm not just a fan, I'm obsessed; I've dressed in costume, I've been to the conventions with my mates—the whole nine yards. I've devoted countless hours of my life, it could be considered as tragic. When the first movie came out, my brother bought me a copy with hours of commentary, behind the scene footage and special features. I used to watch the tapes with him every Sunday night."
"Used to? I mean, you can watch the movies on DVD, which is way better."
"Aye, that's true." Although he's glad she's not turned away—he's not even told Milah this—his heart aches a bit. Killian stops walking and turns to face Emma, whose features are etched with concern. She can sense the topic is very touchy. "But when I was younger, there was a house fire… and all of my belongings were enveloped in flames," he confesses, trying to hide the hurt he feels when he thinks about what had happened.
Emma searches his hooded eyes and it's like she's able to bare witness to the pain buried in his heart. "The fire took more than your possessions though, didn't it?"
He gives a weak nod. "Aye. My sister and I were lucky to survive, but if it weren't for my brother, neither of us would be alive today." Killian shudders from the flood of memories, of waking up coughing, his eyes stinging, the air filling with smoke as he heard his brother's panicked words, "Killian, we need to get out of the house!"
"Our parents went out of town one weekend when I was fourteen and woke up in the middle of the night to the fire alarm sounding through our two-story house and my brother screaming for me to get out. I bolted upright and scrambled out of bed and out the room. Liam was carrying our sister, who was twelve at the time, and all we could see was black; the air was so thick. He let go of Leanna, telling us to get on the floor, so we did, crawling and struggling to get oxygen as Liam tried to figure out an escape. The fire was surrounding the staircase so we had to jump out my bedroom window, and over the deafening roar of fire and the smoke alarm, I could hear my sister crying and my brother yelling, 'Killian, you have to jump!'
We were maybe twenty feet from the ground, but I couldn't think about the impact; I just did as my brother told me and I jumped. He lowered Leanna out the window and let her go, so I caught her, hitting the ground and waited for Liam to land. But when he did, it was too late. The ambulance came and took us to the hospital; My sister and I ended up being fine, but Liam… he inhaled too much smoke and he was too badly burned. He didn't make it. He was so worried about making sure we got out safely, he didn't follow his own safety advice."
"I'm so sorry," Emma murmurs sincerely, running her hand up his arm to soothe him. "That's awful."
"My brother may have been a stubborn arse, but he was a good man and we miss him terribly. The only things we have left were his class ring, which my sister now wears on a necklace chain," Killian peers down, tugging on his leather jacket, "and this jacket because he'd left it at the neighbor's place before the fire happened." Killian lets out a suppressed chuckle, thinking of the memories connected to the jacket. "He'd always get mad at me for wearing it, even though it was way too big on me."
Emma appears to be horrified, guilt flashing in her eyes. "Oh my god… I'm so sorry…" she responds softly. "If I would've known, I never would've made those cliché biker jokes."
"Its okay, love," he assures with a frail smile. "Sometimes I wish it were me instead of him, but I'm very thankful my sister is alive."
"I take it you two are close?"
"Aye. We don't get to see each other as much because she's going to school in Colorado, but we talk on the phone a lot. Perhaps you'll get to meet her next month when she visits for my birthday."
Emma arches a brow, intrigued. "Your birthday's next month?"
"Aye, it's the fifteenth. She won't be arriving until the next morning because of her classes, but we always get together for birthdays and holidays. She even got me this necklace for my eighteenth, to match the jacket," Killian says, pulling out a chain with a skull and crossbones that had fallen underneath his partially unbuttoned shirt.
Emma reaches out, running her thumb over the charm as she observes it. "She sounds like a really great sister." Emma replaces it gently on his chest, and he can feel the warmth from her hand through the thin fabric before she releases it, letting it dangle from the chain.
His gaze moves from the necklace to her eyes, seeing the genuine warmth pooling in her green irises. "She is, indeed."
Emma hooks her arm through his again, and they head back towards the lake. She tells him about her parents, about how her dad became a cop and how her mother is an elementary school teacher. She talks about her kid brother who's in high school, and how she wishes she got along with him like Killian gets along with Leanna, but she can't imagine what she'd do if she lost him.
When they arrive at the lake where Killian's motorcycle is still parked, he pulls away to toss the empty plastic cup in the trash can.
"Thank you for listening, love. And for the food. I hope I didn't bore you too much."
Emma shakes her head, shoving her hands in the pockets of her jacket. "Not at all. Thanks for listening to me babble on."
Killian chuckles. "I suppose I owed you one."
He's not even how sure how the sky is almost dark all of a sudden, but he guesses being with Emma is so natural, it's made the time fly by quickly.
He grabs two helmets from his bike, offering her one. "Care for a ride, Swan?"
Emma doesn't hesitate to accept his offer this time, taking the helmet and strapping it on.
He jumps on the bike and puts on his own helmet as Emma climbs on behind him, wrapping her arms around her waist.
"Do you mind if we take a detour?" he asks.
"Go for it. I'm not in a rush to go home."
"Aye, me neither."
Roaring up the engine, he takes off, turning out of the parking lot and zooming down the streets. He appreciates the way Emma holds onto him securely, her hands running along his stomach. He takes her around the lake, soaking in the sunset and the feel of her body pressed to his back.
Darkness has enveloped the sky by the time he brings her back to the apartment, and this time he walks her to the door, but he doesn't go inside.
"Thanks again for listening, Emma," he utters sincerely.
To his surprise, Emma leans in, kissing his cheek, and her lips send volts of electricity through his body.
"It's no problem. Bye, Killian." Emma goes inside, and he watches the door shut, ghostly touching his cheek in awe. Emma Swan was actually kind to him, asking for nothing in return. She didn't even tell him to go to hell.
When he finally wills himself to leave, he's thinking to himself, despite his argument with his girlfriend, today… today was not a bad day after all.
• • • •
Emma has to excuse herself when she sees Milah kissing her boyfriend and taking all of the credit for the gift—the gift Emma had carefully picked out for him. It's a Middle-Earth Limited Collector's edition on DVD. And not only did she choose it, but she also chipped in, paying for half of it; Killian's not supposed to know that, though. He's supposed to think she got him a stupid fancy pen that Milah had picked out and thought was so neat. Emma just couldn't let her give that to Killian, so she had suggested the Lord of the Rings DVD set.
Not only is that a reason for Emma to get away, disappearing into her bedroom where all the coats are sprawled over the bed, but also Milah's handsy cousin who she's about to knock the fuck out if he lays a paw on her one more time.
Emma walks across the room and grabs her phone which is charging on the nightstand, and checks her messages, seeing the one from her mother.
How's the party going? Was Killian surprised? Tell him David and I said happy birthday — Mom
Emma smiles, staring at her mother's words as she contemplates how to reply. She's always found it therapeutic to confide in them; they've always been loving parents, sometimes frustrating, but she's always been able to go to them for anything.
Her mother was the first person she'd spoken with after Killian had almost ran her over with his motorcycle, and now she asks about him all the time. And when Emma had spoken to her parents a few weeks ago, catching them up on everything, she'd mentioned Killian was into Lord of the Rings, so naturally her father liked him already. She'd also informed them about the party and the gift she'd picked out for him.
That's great, sweetie. He's going to love you for it, he'd said, and she shivers just thinking about it, even though her father didn't mean it in a romantic sense.
"Emma, you in here?"
Her breath catches, and she doesn't answer. She only peers up from her phone and crosses her arms as she stands in front of her window in the dark, gazing at the stars.
However, he doesn't leave. Instead, the door's being opened and she can hear him stepping into the room.
"You alright, love?"
"I'm fine," she answers curtly.
"Why did you leave the party? Did Neal… did he do something to you?" he murmurs softly, closing the distance between them.
Emma shakes her head. "No, but if he keeps touching me I will do something to him involving my fist and his face."
Killian chuckles as Emma hears him coming up behind her, and a chill runs down her spine. "I was thinking the same thing, but if there's one thing I've learned about you, it's that you're one feisty lass; you can certainly take care of yourself."
Emma turns around, dropping her hands and placing her free one on her hip, gasping when his stunning eyes connect with hers. "Killian, why did you come looking for me?" she questions in irritation. Why does he have to be everything she wants, and yet so unattainable at the same time? "Because if you came here to annoy me, it's working."
Killian looks reflective, his impossible blue searing into her soul as he give a reply. "Actually, I came to thank you."
Emma narrows her eyes at him. "Thank me for what?"
A small smile's tugging at his lips as he steps closer, swiping a stray hair from her face. "For the gift."
"You mean the stupid pen?" Emma shakes her head and moves her gaze to the ground, ashamed. "Please do me a favor and just don't."
"I'm talking about the movie set."
Emma's eyes quickly snap up to meet his. "That was from Milah, not me."
Killian chuckles in amusement. "You really expect me to believe Milah purchased that without your help?"
She eyes him suspiciously. "How did you figure that out?"
"Because, when I asked where she got the idea, she said she came up with it because she knows I'm into nerdy shit."
Emma snorts. "That sounds like her alright." She sighs in defeat. "Fine, I helped her pick it out, and when she said it was too much money to spend on a new boyfriend, I offered to pay for half."
Killian stares at her, bewildered. "Thank you," he whispers. "The gift means a lot to me." His words are strangled as he lifts a hand to her cheek, his thumb gently stroking her.
"You're very welcome." Emma closes her eyes and covers his hand with hers, getting lost in his touch.
"And thank you for the party. I know you were the one behind this even if Milah was the one bossing you around," he laughs softly, his other hand curling around her hip.
Nuzzling her cheek further into his palm, she doesn't attempt to deny it. She feels his warm lips brush against hers, and she knows she should pull away but she can't. She's too intoxicated by him—too drawn in. "Killian, we can't."
"I know," he breathes, but he doesn't pull away, "but I can't get you out of my head." His voice is completely shattered.
"This morning was…"
"A mistake. I'm sorry, Killian," she murmurs, pressing her forehead against his.
"Are you really sorry?"
The question makes her pull away and she shakes her head, but doesn't say anything.
"Love…"
Emma opens her eyes, and he seems utterly wrecked as he gazes back at her, his eyes sparkling through the darkness. His eyes are so blue, it's really unfair. She easily gets lost in them.
"If you want me to go… if you tell me you don't want me, I'll leave the room and never bother you again." The desperation and vulnerability in his eyes are shining through as he grasps onto her hips, hoping she won't let him go.
Her breathing hitches and she knows she has to let him go; the only problem is she's not sure if she can.
Stupid bastard.
Why does he have to do this to her? Why does have to be so handsome and charming? And why does she have to like him so goddamn much? "You can just…" Emma squares her jaw, ready to tell him off.
"Just what?"
"Just go to hell," she mutters and, without warning, surges forward grabbing the lapels of his shirt, kissing him breathlessly.
Killian groans, immediately responding, parting his mouth, caressing her tongue with his. It's a mixture of rough breaths, grasping fingers and heady desire, their bodies flush against one another. The kiss breaks only long enough for him to speak. "As long as I get to take you with me," he growls, his lips colliding with hers again as he lifts her feet off the floor, carrying her towards the closet.
He's on her the moment he kicks the door shut behind them, and she drops her phone in the process, but it's forgotten the second he presses her into the wall. Emma shifts her hips, simultaneously rubbing into him and parting her legs slightly, shivering when his breath catches in his throat.
His lips are on hers without apology, and god , she's ready for him, stroking his tongue and swallowing the tiny groans he's rewarding her with.
Drawing each other closer, she can feel the hardness of him digging into her thigh, and her core throbs; she's aching for this man so much it's making her dizzy.
Killian answers her soft cries of desperation by hitching the bottom of her dress up around her waist, rutting himself into her.
"Have I told you how ravishing you look in this dress?"
With a small gasp, she eagerly lifts her leg, wrapping it around his hip in silent invitation. It feels so amazing to have him grinding into her against the wall, expressing his obvious need with sloppy, desperate kisses. She's so glad she isn't the only who wants this.
His hands are gripping her ass as he rocks his erection into her core, tearing his lips away and leaving her a panting mess.
"You're so goddamn sexy, Swan," he whispers hoarsely, peppering her jaw with seductive kisses.
She drops her head back, letting it hit the wall with a moaned curse, her eyelids fluttering shut as he drags his scruff-framed lips down the column of her neck, lightly biting into her sensitive flesh.
He pulls her closer to his mouth, his hot breath on her skin when his hands leave her ass, fingers sliding up her thigh and grazing over the front of her panties. Emma's breathing is shattered, her underwear is soaked and she thinks if he doesn't touch her soon, she might explode.
"Killian…"
He grins smugly against her skin, his fingers circling around her clothed opening, making her heartbeat spike in anticipation.
"Bloody hell, Emma. You're fucking soaked." He slips his hand inside her panties, and slides his fingers in her slippery heat.
"Fuck," she curses under her breath, bucking her hips to gain more friction.
To her dismay, Killian only wants to tease her apparently. He brings his fingers, now coated with her arousal, to his lips and sucks the venom off. "So bloody sweet," he growls, lowering himself to his knees. "I'm gonna tongue you into oblivion."
Emma moans softly, biting her bottom lip as she closes her eyes. She's so aroused, she almost smashes his face into her clit, but it takes every ounce of strength not to. Instead, she spreads her legs apart, hoping he'll relieve her of the agonizing ache in her core.
Using his fingers to move her panties aside and open her up, his tongue slithers between her folds.
"Ohhhh..." She leans her head back and moans in relief, her hands caressing his stubble, feeling the muscles of his jaw move as he starts to fuck her tenderly with his mouth. She can't believe how incredible he feels; so soft and hot, his kisses awarding her smooth lips with just the right amount of pressure; she wants him deeper. She lifts her leg over his shoulder, giving him better access, the heel of her shoe resting on his back. He tucks his arm underneath her leg, slipping his hand under her dress and holding her hip firmly in his grasp.
"Swan, you taste like an angel," he mumbles against her clit before sucking it into his mouth.
She silently cries out, moving her hips and riding his tongue, digging her heel into his back when her orgasm sharply crashes over her, sending her into oblivion. She tries to collect her bearings, drifting down from her high like a soft feather, but he only pulls her closer, holding her tightly against him, the flat of his tongue delving in deeper. She gasps and winces, but doesn't stop him.
"Fuck..."
He growls, the sound shattering through her core as he grabs the inside of her legs, his fingers roughly pressing into her thighs as he splays her further apart for better access. She clutches onto the clothing rod to hold herself up as his tongue flicks wildly into her sensitive bundle of nerves and he adds two fingers, thrusting into her dripping core. His stubble is scraping across her sensitive skin as he eats into her, sucking and gently nipping her clit. Emma has to bite her bottom lip to keep from moaning out loud.
She's on the cusp of her second orgasm, riding his tongue and fingers shamelessly when her phone starts vibrating on the floor. She ignores it, quickly feeling herself falling apart, her nectar spilling into Killian's mouth as her walls start fluttering around his tongue.
"Fuck, Killian. Don't stop."
Her thighs start to clench, the heat of her orgasm building to the surface, and she's surprised and impressed by the sturdiness of the bar as she uses it to hold herself up, putting most of her weight into it. Suppressing any screams of pleasure threatening to leave her lips is surely a battle but she manages only a few soft moans, her entire body violently shuddering, euphoria exploding through her bloodstream as she stumbles over the edge and comes into his mouth.
She's breathing hysterically, bracing onto the clothing rod for support as he gets a few more licks in, collecting the remaining nectar from her thighs with his tongue. Her legs feel weightless as she lowers her left one, trying to catch her breath. Killian presses a soft wet kiss to her velvety nub before correcting her clothing, pulling her panties into place and straightening the skirt of her dress before rising to hold her steady.
"You alright, love?" Both concern and desire is laced in his words, and she can barely manage to nod, a small smirk curving her lips as she opens her eyes.
His facial hair glistens, smeared with her arousal, and he looks defeated as he drops delicate, wet smooches to her cheek, sending sparks throughout her body.
She quickly grabs and kisses him, not caring if she can taste herself on his lips and tongue.
Emma's still lost in a cozy bubble of euphoria when they leave the closet, hearing her name being called from the other side of the door. They start to panic and Emma frantically goes to her purse on the nightstand, pulling out a Kleenex and a breath mint. She hands him the mint and he pops it in his mouth with a "Thanks, love," as she quickly wipes his beard, trying to get all remnants of her orgasm off his chin, discarding the tissue when she's done.
The door opens and Milah enters, turning on the light as Killian and Emma freeze, bringing their full attention to her.
"What are you two doing in here?" Milah questions, her features etched with confusion.
Shit.
"Killian was just…" Emma surveys the room trying to think of an excuse when her eyes land on her phone, which is still laying on the closet floor. "He was helping me find my phone," she replies, moving to pick it up and holds it out for her to see. "Found it."
Her brows weaving together, Milah appears to be further puzzled. "You were searching for it in the dark?"
"Um no, I just came here to charge it and Killian startled me when he burst into the room, looking for me and I dropped it."
Luckily Milah seems to buy it, and Killian quickly leaves the room, stating he has to use the bathroom.
"So, why didn't you answer your phone when I called, Em?"
"I um," Emma stammers, unsure about how to respond. She can't exactly say, 'I was too busy riding your boyfriend's tongue and coming in his mouth to answer your damn call,' now can she? "My uh… the battery was only at one percent," Emma goes to the nightstand and plugs it into the charger, "which is why I came in here to charge it."
"Oh, okay. I just wondered where you both went off to, that's all," Milah states and leaves the room.
Emma sighs in relief, but she knows she can't stay. She knows it's only a matter of time before Milah starts drinking, getting tipsy and dancing, wanting Killian to join her. Emma can't watch the two of them as Milah has her hands all over him, kissing him. Plus, she also doesn't feel like dodging Neal for one more second, so she ends up leaving, telling anyone who asks that she's stepping outside to get some air.
Emma goes to the library, and apparently she'd left in such a hurry, she'd forgotten her phone. Which is fine because she knows her phone is probably blowing up with missed calls and texts and voicemails at this very moment. It's also fine that other students give her odd once overs because Emma is still wearing her dress. And it's fine that she sleeps in her trusty yellow bug all night.
She returns home the next day when she knows Milah would be gone, packs a bag of clothes and ends up driving to her parents for a couple of nights. She can't face or talk to either Killian or Milah after what had happened. She can't be with a man who's seeing someone else, and she can't look Milah in the eye and tell her the damn truth. Emma fears she'll end up losing one of them—or both—no matter what she does. She's totally screwed.
Being with her family seems to relax her though. Sleeping in her own bed, eating her father's delicious pancakes and watching movies with them in the evening while snacking on popcorn with milk duds melted on top. She doesn't talk about what happened though, as much as it hurts. She doesn't want to give her parents the wrong impression about Killian. He cheated, but she is no better. She betrayed her best friend, but her parents won't see it that way. They won't think Emma did anything wrong because they always have a tendency to put her on a pedestal. But it was so, so wrong. And yet being with him felt so goddamn right.
On Monday morning, Emma sneaks through the door of her apartment in a blue jean skirt and a Cashmere sweater, hoping to get to her room without being seen, but she has no such luck.
Tiptoeing towards the hallway, Milah emerges from her bedroom wearing a lazy smile and a man's striped dress shirt, which must be new because she's never seen Killian wearing that particular one before.
Emma stops in her tracks and gulps, jealousy burning within her stomach.
This is exactly why she didn't want to come back.
Milah's face transforms when she sees her roommate and crosses her arms, leaning against the hallway entrance. "Well, well, well, so you finally decided to come home," she mutters, a bit pissed.
Emma's face is flaring with guilt. "I'm sorry, I had a family emergency."
"What kind of an emergency? Is everyone okay?"
"Yeah, they're fine," Emma assures simply.
"Well then what's going on, Em? I was so worried about you—" Milah appears to be genuinely concerned and it's difficult for Emma to hold her gaze, so she steers her eyes away like a complete coward.
"I know, and I'm so sorry." Emma eyes Milah's bedroom door and decides she just needs to leave. She can't do this. She can't lie to Milah anymore and she certainly can be around when Killian leaves her bedroom with a satisfied look on his face from having sex all night. It would just hurt way too much. "Maybe we can talk about this later when Killian's not around?"
Milah's jaw visibly tightens and she moves her hands to her hips, sighing in frustration. "Killian's not here. He broke up with me."
Emma's eyes snap to her roommate's. She doesn't believe what she's hearing. "Then… then who's shirt is that?"
Milah grins and steps closer, whispering, "Remember Mr. Gold, our looney Visual and Cultural Communications professor?"
Furrowing her brows, Emma studies Milah carefully. She's not quite sure what she's getting at. "Yeah, what about him?" As soon as Emma asks the question, she puts the pieces together, seeing the way Milah bites her bottom lip, mischief dancing in her eyes. Emma's mouth falls open and she moves her eyes to the door again. "He's in there, isn't he?
"Yep."
"But—how—why did..." Emma searches for words to express her perplexed state, "why did Killian break up with you?"
"He said he was in love with another woman. And after all I've done for him. Can you believe that?"
Emma's eyes widen. Killian's in love with her? "No… no I can't," she mutters softly, a smile threatening to break out over her entire face.
Milah shrugs casually. "Oh well. I've been crushing hard on the professor anyways, so it's kind of bittersweet," she admits, grinning from ear to ear. "Only it's more sweet than bitter."
Emma is stunned. How can Milah really be unaffected by this breakup? How can she just immediately jump in the sack with someone else? Killian's not one of those frat boys she usually gets with. He's Killian. "But why don't you seem torn up about it? I mean you begged me to help you plan his birthday party. You fucking made him breakfast," Emma reminds her.
"The birthday party was your idea, Em, remember? You said it was the longest relationship I'd ever been in and pretty soon I'd have to do something special for his birthday. So I begged you to help me because I had no idea what to do for him."
"Yeah. I remember that."
"Well, the truth was I've never been the relationship type of girl, but I didn't want to hurt Killian because he was such a great guy. So I took your advice and I stuck with it. And I owe you big time for helping me out because if not for you, there would not have been a party at all. Besides, I felt guilty for the few times I kissed the professor."
Emma's eyes instantly blow wide, anger bubbling under her skin. After Emma felt so guilty and ashamed for betraying Milah, it turns out she was betraying Killian all along while Emma helped her plan his birthday party! "You've got to be fucking kidding me," Emma blurts out, her voice louder than she means it to be.
Milah is thoroughly shocked. "What? You're my best friend. You're not supposed to judge me. And besides, why do you care? You hate his guts anyway."
"You honestly believe that, don't you? Well guess what, I only let you think that because you wanted to date him. You're my friend and I wanted to make you happy. Watching you be with him made me crazy but I tolerated it for you . And then you repay me by cheating on him?!" Emma is heated. Spinning around, she storms off towards the front door.
"Em, relax. we only kissed a few times. Killian's the one who fell in love with someone else. Not me."
Emma stops before escaping and turns around to face Milah, her voice much calmer this time. "Yeah you're right, but a kiss is still cheating. Just like sucking cock and eating pussy is still sex." Emma turns and reaches for the door, pulling it open, but just as she's about to leave, she stops in the doorway. "Oh, and by the way… the woman he fell in love with," she pauses and glances back at Milah one more time; she finally has the gall to look her roommate in the eye and tell her the truth, "is me."
Catching the bewildered, awestruck, jaw dropped to the floor, completely dumbfounded look on Milah's face, Emma dashes out the door, slamming it shut behind her.
Knock knock knock.
"Whale, I told you, I'm fine," Killian grumbles, walking over to answer the door. His mate will not take a hint. Yes, Killian is in shambles because Emma ran off after he'd gone down on her, and is nowhere to be found. And he's searched everywhere on campus, and tried calling her a million times, but his efforts availed to nothing. So he's been a complete and utter mess, but it's no reason for Vic to keep checking up on him like he's a two year old toddler.
"I don't need a bloody—" The glittering green eyes startle him as soon as he hauls the door open. "Emma…" He hates that his voice immediately gives him away; it's quivering and wrecked and he has no idea how he even managed to speak at all
"Hi," is all she says; she seems to be experiencing the same issue.
Killian finally comes to his senses and opens the door, his hand gesturing for her to enter. "Come in, love." He's still trying to keep his voice in tact, but it's not working very well.
"I'm sorry," she mumbles, stepping into his flat, and he shuts the door, never taking his eyes away from her. She is even more stunning than the day he laid eyes on her, despite the obvious wreckage lingering behind her green irises. "I'm sorry for taking off and I'm sorry for not answering my phone."
"I was worried out of my mind, Emma. I went into the bathroom for five minutes and when I came back to the party, you were gone."
Emma looks at the floor, ashamed. "I know, I just… I couldn't stand seeing you with her, I—"
Stepping closer, Killian gently takes her chin in his hand, urging her to look him in the eye, and she does. "It's okay, Swan. I understand. I would have done the same if I were in your position," he admits. "But you're here now…"
"Yeah… Milah told me you broke up with her."
"Aye. I couldn't be with her while I was—"
"In love with another woman?" she finishes for him, a smile pulling at her lips, her eyes wetting with unshed tears.
Feeling a flash of warmth from her penetrating gaze, Killian nods because it's really the only thing he can do; he's rendered useless by her stare.
Emma is the one who moves closer, closing the distance, sliding her hands up his chest, and he's officially a goner, his heart hammering against his rib cage.
"And this woman… who is she?"
Killian almost has to laugh at that. Emma knows exactly who this woman is. He replies breathily, "Don't you know, love?"
A smile overtakes her face, her cheeks puffy and pink; he loves witnessing this vulnerable side of her.
"I would have thought my feelings for Mrs. Gunderson were pretty obvious."
Emma glowers at Kilian and shoves him playfully, making him chuckle. Mrs. Gunderson is her and Milah's sixty year old neighbor who lives directly beneath their apartment and has chided the lasses on numerous occasions, telling them to keep the ruckus to a minimum because she can hear everything going on above her ceiling.
"Do you think she'll go for me, love?"
Emma giggles and clutches onto his shirt. "Shut up."
Curling his hands around her waist, he challenges her with a heavy stare, licking his lips in invitation. "Make me."
Without tearing her eyes away for even a second, she whispers, "Gladly," before crushing his mouth with hers. The way she moves her lips—the intensity, the fire, the passion—quickly pulls him in like a vortex sucking him in deeper and deeper until he's completely consumed.
The last couple of days have been hell, not knowing where she was, but right now… now he can only focus on the moment. Being detached from Milah makes it even sweeter; he isn't bogged down by guilt or shame, only love for the blonde he's currently kissing, sweeping his tongue in her mouth and tasting how hungry she is for him.
Killian snakes his arms around to the back of her neck and he finds a wonderful patch of bare skin and a button holding the top of her jumper together. Desperate to get it off her, he tries to get it undone with one hand, but struggles.
Rrrriiiip.
Her eyes fly open when she hears the sound. He'd torn open her cashmere jumper in his haste.
Breaking the kiss, she wrinkles her brows, scolding him. "You wrecked another one of my sweaters," she chides thickly, still trying to catch her breath.
"My apologies, love," he expresses with a small smile.
She huffs in frustration, but he's certain she's not actually mad because otherwise she wouldn't be grabbing and kissing him again, unless that's how she's choosing to express her anger.
They stumble backwards, trying to navigate to the couch without breaking free until his hands lift her sweater up, and they have to pull their lips away briefly as she raises her arms to accommodate. Pulling the soft fabric from her body, he tosses it aside, and his heart is racing, eyes moving over the soft supple curves of her breasts and the slender contours of her stomach.
As she works the buttons of his shirt, he lifts his eyes to her face again, and her irises are the greenest he's ever seen, reminding him of a deep forest he wouldn't mind venturing off into.
"Exquisitely beautiful," he whispers, placing his thumb on her bottom lip, brushing it lovingly around her lips to savor the pliant erotic texture. Her lips seem to grow even fuller and redder as he does so.
Her fingers fumble, hindered by his fiery gaze, but she's soon pushing the shirt over his shoulders and helping him tug it off, letting it slide to the floor.
Killian places her cheeks in his hands, drawing her towards him, his lips crashing into hers hard enough to knock the air out of her lungs, his mouth taking in her breath with an open-mouthed kiss. She tastes so divine and sweet, he thrusts his tongue into her mouth, craving more.
Pleasurable sparks ignite his entire body, arousal already stirring in his groin as he presses himself into her. A deep moan rips from her throat as her legs weaken and she grasps onto his shoulders to keep from falling. She melts into his caresses, gently pushing him so he's collapsing into the couch with a gasp, and she climbs in his lap and straddles his thighs, immediately sinking into him.
Killian hikes up her skirt around her waist so she can spread her legs more easily, and he enjoys the weight pressing into him; he enjoys having her in his arms after all the time they spent dawdling around their feelings for each other. He wraps his hands around her, squeezing her closer, their lips smearing each other, heads tilting to vary pressure. His mouth slides to her bottom lip, and he's caressing and sucking the swollen flesh between his teeth as her hands glide through his chest hair.
Breaking the kiss, her lips are on his neck in an instant, sucking his pulse point.
He draws in a sharp breath and lets his hands glide over her body, taking the soft blue lace of her bra-covered breasts in his hands. He's wanted this for so long, he can't believe it's finally about to happen because judging by the way she's kissing his neck—her lips and tongue moving over his collarbone and chest, and back to his neck—she wants him just as much. It makes him think that all this time, she's never actually hated his guts. It makes him think it was all an act.
His hands slide under the cups of her bra, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, which are already protruding underneath his touch. Emma inhales a sharp breath at the contact, her lips still nipping at his neck, sending a pleasant shiver down his spine as he bites his bottom one in anticipation. Tugging her bra down, he teases her nipples, rolling the delicate, velvety buds between his fingers. Little whimpers tumble from her lips, fingers combing through his hair as his other hand slides around to her back, quickly unhooking her bra.
A surprised yelp jumps from her mouth when Killian slides his hand into her hair and gives a small yank . Her back arches, presenting her breasts to him beautifully, allowing him to take in the sight; her pink gems are staring at him, begging to be touched and licked and kissed. And after carelessly tossing the bra aside, he does just that. He gently draws the pink pebble into his mouth, and Emma moans, tightening her grip on his hair, her body molding into him as his tongue makes exploratory laps around the areola and sucks a soft love bruise into her skin as she pants and writhes in his lap. His teeth nip at her skin in a trail as he moves to the other breast, sucking a bruise there as well.
She tastes so delectable, he doesn't want to let go. But Emma's grinding into him relentlessly, making him unbelievably hard, and he knows if he doesn't feel her warmth around him soon, he's going to explode. He utters a groan, feeling her arousal through the thin panties covering her exquisitely delicious core as she rubs back and forth, dragging her center along the hard bulge in his extremely tight jeans.
Releasing her nipple, he captures her mouth, swallowing the broken curses pouring from her beautiful, swollen lips as his tongue dives in to taste her. His chest hair is brushing over her straining nipples and he groans, grabbing her waist as he thrusts his hips up to greet her, eliciting muffled cries of pleasure from both mouths.
Emma's thrusts grow more erratic, her tongue moving furiously with his as the need for each other increases, quickly spiraling out of control. Her fingers are swift and agile as she blindly reaches between them, moving deftly to undo his belt and pants, and he lifts his arse off the couch as she gives the pants and boxers a good tug, pulling them only halfway down his legs.
He gasps in exquisite relief against her mouth when she wraps her fingers around his dick, which is now pink and throbbing, aching to take her until she's screaming out his name and writhing in his arms. He groans roughly and slides his hand under her skirt, pressing his thumb to her center to feel exactly how wet she is for him, and gods , is she ever. And knowing how she tastes and feels in his mouth, so tangy and sweet and exquisitely soft and tight, he has an inkling she's going to feel just as amazing around his cock.
"Emma…" It's a shattered whisper despite the cloud of lust fogging his brain as he stares into her eyes. "Tell me you want this," he begs as she strokes him up and down, the velvety tip weeping with precum. He can see the want in her eyes; it's displayed in her features, but he needs to hear her say it.
"Dammit, Killian," she mutters impatiently, and he has to laugh because of course she won't make this easy for him. "Just…"
"Is this the part when you tell me to go to hell?" he asks, moving her panties aside and plunging his fingers into her depths.
Emma moans, her fingernails digging into his biceps as she moves her hips up and down. "No, this…" she fumbles for words as she rides his fingers, rubbing the head along her opening and over her clit, "this is the part where you fuck me," she declares, and the way she's looking at him with her eyes green and full of fiery, he knows he'd be a bloody fool to argue with her. Not that he wants to.
A low growl ripples through his throat as he grasps onto her hips and promptly lifts Emma up, positioning her over his erect length. He draws her onto him, both of them unable to hold in their moans at the sensations of him impaling her in one sharp movement.
"Killian…" she cries out, latching onto his shoulders, using her hands to help move herself up and down, letting him slide in and out of her slick heat over and over.
"Gods Emma… you're so tight…. fuck…"
Killian groans, pressing her into him, his breathing shattered, feeling the tightness and heat around him. She feels so much better than he imagined.
Emma's face is flushed, her mouth falling open in pleasure as she rides him, both of them savoring the feel of each other. Killian enjoys the vulnerability settled in her features, but he also craves the fierceness he knows so well.
"Emma…" he breathes hoarsely, his voice completely destroyed. Emma continues rolling her hips into him, her eyes questioning him as she runs her hands up his chest. "I want you to…" he stammers, trying to find the words. Her cushy, wet walls make the simplest of tasks very difficult. "I want you to tell me off, love."
Arching a brow, she regards him in astonishment.
"Tell me off like you always do."
Emma's eyebrows furrow in bemusement. "Right now?"
"Aye." Killian takes her hands in his, interlocking their fingers as she rides his dick, smirking a little at the request. "Do it, love. Tell me how much you hate me." He gives her a particularly hard thrust and a rough moan slips from her mouth.
"Oh, fuck…" Emma squeezes his hands tightly and throws him a death glare, adhering to his odd request. "You stupid, annoying asshole."
He groans. "That's it, Swan."
Emma's eyes widen, a bit surprised by the enjoyment he's receiving from her harsh words. "Yeah? You like that?"
"Oh fuck yes." He loves it.
Their lips reconnect, heat erupting between them, aiding the kiss, and it's a heady combination of clanging teeth, needy moans and fleeting tongues.
Emma rips her lips from his, her words wrecked when she speaks again. "God, I hate you. Why don't you go fuck off, Jones?" she mutters while fucking him harder, their hips quickening the pace.
"Ohhhh, such a good lass."
"Fuck you."
"Mmmm… with pleasure." Growling against her lips, he releases her hands and grabs her hair, yanking her back so he can drag his mouth down her neck, burying his face in her breasts, nipping and sucking and caressing the gentle weight while pumping into her madly.
Her inner walls start to flutter around his length with a rapturous pull that makes him quiver beneath her. There's a flurry of movements, both of them alternating between kissing and nipping and grasping and caressing anything within reach until their both on the verge of spiraling into the abyss.
"Emma… fuck." He bites into her neck attempting to hold himself back, not wanting to come too soon. He wants her to finish with him. "Come around me, love. Let this stupid bastard make you come so hard around my cock, you can't move for days," he demands, wrapping his hands around the globes of her ass, pressing her firmly into him. A string of moans pour from her mouth as they move more rapidly, allowing the pleasure to control their thrusts.
"Killian… so close," she whimpers, and he pounds into her without mercy as she's rolling her hips with the same speed and pressure. Her body starts convulsing as he hits that spot inside of her over and over and over until she's seeing stars bursting behind her eyes.
A drawn out scream tears from Emma's throat as her arousal gushes out, coating his cock, her clenching walls taking him with her like a strong current gripping him and swallowing him whole. Killian trembles and cries out as a wave after wave of pleasure crashes over him, his muscles tensing as his cum spurts out in a long, hot stream inside of her.
He leans back into the couch with Emma slumping against his chest as she burries her face in the crook of his neck, and they breathe harshly into each other's skin.
"You're not going to run out on me again, are you, love?"
Emma's laugh is strangled, the sound tickling his skin. "No, I promise, you couldn't get me to leave if you wanted me to."
Killian smirks, overjoyed by her answer, his heart fluttering under the chest she's resting her hand on. After a moment, he strokes her hair pressing a kiss to her temple, his heart still pounding. He still has some questions which have been working his brain since she had stepped through his door. "Does this mean you feel as I do?"
Emma lifts her head and peers into his eyes as a small smile is playing her lips, but she doesn't give into it. Instead, she looks at him in bewilderment. "After what Milah told me, would I be here if I didn't?"
Killian shrugs teasingly as though he's still not sure about her question. "Perhaps, but perhaps you came here with the intentions to play with my emotions, Swan."
Emma laughs and shoves him playfully. "Perhaps I came here to collect all of the debts you've accrued—my textbooks and now another one of my sweaters."
"And your best friend?" he asks, hoping he didn't destroy their friendship.
"After I told Milah I was the one you were in love with?—maybe, maybe not."
Killian arches a brow in surprise. He can't believe Emma told her the truth. "You did?"
Emma nods and murmurs, "Yeah, I did. But knowing her, she'll come around. If not then perhaps our friendship wasn't meant to be."
"I'm sorry, love… for everything. I owe you so much more than textbooks and a sweater, and I fully intend on spending as long as you'll allow me to repay you," he breathes, lifting his hand and gently caressing her cheek.
"Maybe you could let me crash here for a few days because something tells me I'm not welcomed in my own apartment."
"Well, of course you can stay here, Swan." Killian stares into her eyes as she thanks him, and he thinks he can detect the feelings he hopes he sees lingering in her depths, but he also hopes he's not wrong, and he has to know for sure. "But first you have to answer my previous question..."
Emma rolls her eyes and pushes him lightly before sinking into his body, her breasts pressed deep into his chest as she cups his jaw in her hands. "Well since I have to spell it out for you," a slow, broad smile sweeps across her swollen, red lips, "Yes, I'm in love with you…" Killian's heart is soaring with joy as she swoops in engaging him with a soft kiss, whispering, "Stupid bastard," against his lips.