A/N: Sorry for the little delay in updating! The father of my children was (finally) diagnosed with pericardititis yesterday after suffering for the past couple weeks, and it's taken its toll on all of us, our kids being worried for their dad. Anyway, I finally managed to finish writing Chapter 8!

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Chapter 8

Spending a weekend alone and becoming a bit more intimate with each other meant that Emma and Killian had trouble acting normal in front of her parents and at school. They'd been pretending to be just friends so as to not jeopardize the exchange and end up being separated. But their newfound intimacy made it hard to resist and they often found themselves hiding in dark corners of the school to steal away feverish kisses and touches.

"How is it that I want you more each time I see you?" Killian panted, breathless from kissing Emma.

"If you ever find out, tell me, because I feel the same," Emma told him, kissing him again.

They both groaned when the bell rang, reminding them that they needed to go back to class.

"Well, the good thing with having Chemistry with Mr. Lemay is that the mere thought of his name helps me go soft," Killian chuckled, adjusting his now-fading erection in his pants. "Fuck, the man's ugly!"

Emma laughed and apologized for his predicament, secretly happy to be able to make him all hot and bothered like this.

Their last week in Canada went by rather quickly, both teenagers having to get their suitcases ready for the second part of the student exchange.

Emma was excited and nervous at the same time. Being in Ireland with Killian meant they might get the chance to take things even further between them. It also meant meeting his older brother who was apparently very protective of his little brother. She just hoped he would give them their space, because she didn't think she could go long without being able to be in Killian's arms and feel his mouth on hers.

The day before their departure, Emma took Killian to her (their) secret spot for one last time.

"I'll miss this place," Killian admitted.

Emma nodded. She couldn't find the words to express how she felt. She knew that when she would come back to this place, she'd be alone. 5000 kilometers would separate them. She knew she still had a month with him, but the mere thought of not seeing him on a daily basis afterwards was very painful.

"Hey, you alright?" Killian turned to face her, seeing the tears in her eyes.

"It's foolish, really," Emma sniffled.

"No, it's not," he said, wrapping his arms around her, kissing her hair. "Don't think too far ahead, ok? We still have many days to spend together and I promise you that I'll do everything I can to ensure you enjoy each and every one of them."

"I love you," she whispered into the crook of his neck, breathing in the smell of his aftershave. Her lips skimmed the soft skin below his ear, her tongue darting out to tease and entice. Killian let out a growl before capturing her mouth with his and kissing her feverishly. When Emma pressed her palms flat on his chest to push him away, Killian looked at her with a puzzled look but she simply grinned and bit her bottom lip.

"Sit," she told him as he bid as she asked, sitting down on the blanket they'd brought with them, leaning his back against a log.

Emma kneeled down in front of him, fusing her mouth to his. When Killian felt her hands on his belt, he grabbed her wrist to stop her.

"Emma," he panted. "What…"

"Shhh," she hushed him with a finger on his lips. "Please?"

Killian nodded, still not sure of her intentions.

Emma went back to kissing him, her hands busy unbuckling his belt. Then she undid the button of his jeans and slowly dragged the zip down. Her small hand found itself inside the confine of his pants, palming his hard cock through his thin boxers.

"Oh god, Emma," Killian broke their kiss when he felt his cock being freed from his boxers. Emma's eyes glinted with mischief as she stroked his length before scooting down between his legs and casually dropping a kiss to the tip of his cock.

"Baby, you don't have to!" Killian told her, one of his hands nonetheless finding its way to the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair.

"I really, really want to," Emma told him, looking into his eyes before bowing down again and taking the head of his dick into her mouth.

They'd tried this a couple times already, without much success, but Emma was determined to get better. And she knew that the only way was to practice. So here she was, forcing herself to relax as she concentrated on the task.

"Bloody fucking hell!" she heard Killian cry as his hips jerked up when he felt himself hit the back of her throat.

His reaction was all the encouragement Emma needed to keep bobbing her head, sucking on his cock as if her life depended on it. She knew she couldn't take him entirely, yet, but from the sounds coming out of him, she knew he enjoyed it nonetheless.

"Em… Emma," he croaked. "I'm gonna cum soon, baby," he tried to warn her, gently pulling on her hair.

"Uh uh," she answered, shaking her head quickly as she bobbed and sucked and twirled some more, enjoying the fact that she would manage to get him completely undone.

"Oh FUCK!"

As his cock hit the back of her throat once more, Killian cried and shot his load down Emma's throat, his hips jerking up uncontrollably.

Emma kept sucking gently on him, humming as she tasted his cum. When she finally released him, she looked up to see her boyfriend leaning back against the log, head bent backwards, his eyes closed, mouth agape.

Killian opened his eyes and looked at her, his eyes dark with desire. He grabbed the back of her head with both hands and pulled her forward until her mouth crashed onto his.

"You are so incredibly amazing," Killian told her, touching his forehead to hers. "You've just given me more material for my wet dreams!"

Present day

"Oh, it's so good to see you!" Emma hugged Ava.

"Mom, it's only been a month!" Ava giggled.

"I know, but I miss you every day."

"Oh, by the way, Mom," Ava turned to her mother as she carried her suitcase to the guestroom. "I invited someone to join us for dinner tonight."