Chapter 4: I should go
I should go
Before my will gets any weaker
And my eyes begin to linger
Longer than they should
I should go
Before I lose my sense of reason
And this hour holds more meaning
Than it ever could
I should go
I should go
Baby, I should go
Here we are
Isn't it familiar
Haven't had someone to talk to
In such a long time
And it's strange
All we have in common
And your company was just the thing I needed tonight
Somehow I feel I should apologize
Cuz I'm just a little shaken
By what's going on inside
AN: This chapter is named after the song I should go by Levi Kreis. I used Blake Lively as the ideal for how I think Alexandra (Cinderella & Prince Thomas daughter) would look like and Alexander Skarsgard for the Prince she is dating because he is ridiculously hot.
Chapter 4: I Should Go
"Alexandra!" Snow exclaimed, walking towards her. Alexandra smiled, pushing her long, wavy blonde hair behind her ears. She was wearing a long, flowing aqua-colored dress that hit below her shoulder and brought out her blue eyes. Alexandra and Emma had become best friends since their parents were such good friends, so they pretty much had grown up together. Both of the princesses were very stubborn and free-spirited, always keeping their parents on their toes. "I'm so glad that you came to visit us!" Snow told her, pulling the girl who was like a daughter to her in her arms.
"I've missed you, Snow," Alexandra replied, hugging her before she pulled away with concern in her eyes. "How is Emma? I've been really worried about her. Has she been out of her room at all lately?" she asked, worried about her best friend. The last time that she had come to visit Emma, they had just lingered in Emma's room in silence, except for a very small amount of small talk.
"Emma smiled and laughed yesterday!" Snow beamed at Alexandra, who let out the breath that she had been holding in on hearing that her best friend was doing better. "She is back to taking sword-fighting lessons, and we even got her out of the castle for a while."
"That's amazing! What happened?! When I was here two weeks ago, she was still barely talking or eating," she questioned, wondering what could have happened to help Emma so much. As far as she knew, the princess hadn't made much progress at all after Graham's death up till now.
"We have a visitor who is staying with us and seems to have a connection with her," Snow explained to her, seeing curiosity in Alexandra's eyes. "He and Emma are in the training room now, if you want to meet him and visit with Emma," she added, deciding that she would just let Alexandra meet Killian. She had a feeling Alexandra would probably find him as charming as Emma did. "The guards will lead you there," she said, watching Alexandra rush past the guards and out of the room, looking very anxious to meet the man who had shaken Emma out of her despair.
Alexandra was in the process of working out an engagement with a nearby kingdom to marry Prince Eric, who was very attractive but ten years older than her. Alexandra had told Snow that she was very excited about their impending engagement, but she had yet to share it with Emma.
Alexandra followed the guards while trying to guess who the guest could be that had managed to pull Emma out of her depression. She knew it couldn't be a prince — Emma found every prince but their fathers to be boring. It was good timing too, because Alexandra had been ready to go to Emma's parents with her worries that Emma might be depressed enough to take her own life or get herself killed by going after the Evil Queen on her own.
She walked inside the open door of the training room and immediately heard the clanging of swords. She saw Emma, who was wearing a black camisole with lace at the top, black tights, and black boots, fight a dark-haired man wearing a long sleeved black shirt, black leather pants, and black boots. Alexandra couldn't see his face because his back was facing her. Emma's eyes, though, were set on the man in deep concentration as she puffed her chest out slightly, a movement that caused the man to hesitate for a brief moment.
It was enough time for Emma to strike out and cause the man to lose his balance falling on his back. Emma moved over him and leaned down, shifting her sword towards him — but the man knocked the sword from her hand swiftly with his own sword, sending it across the floor next to Alexandra's feet. He grabbed Emma and flipped them over so Emma was now the one with her back on the mat; his body was pressed on top of her as he held his sword up to her neck. Alexandra still couldn't see his face because he was looking down at Emma.
"I win again, love," Killian told Emma as they both breathed hard. They had been staring at each other and now they were unable to look away. "Do you surrender?" his voice purred out while his blue eyes darkened, their gaze flickering between her eyes and lips. "Surrender to me, Emma…" he whispered, moving the sword away from her neck. He watched Emma lean in close to him, her eyes fluttering shut. Killian held back the growl of relief that his lungs wanted to release as his lips neared hers — he felt like he had waited hundreds of years to kiss her. His desire for her even rivaled his need to get revenge for the death of his mother by killing Rumplestilskin.
"Sorry…" they both heard someone mutter out, which caused Emma to turn away from him to look back at the door. Killian tried to push down his lust for Emma as well as the sudden urge to kill whoever had interrupted him when he was so close to kissing his princess. He looked up at the door to see a tall blonde girl bumping into a guard; she was obviously trying to leave without being detected after walking in on them.
"Alexandra!" Emma's guilty voice squeaked out. She tried to push the pirate off of her, but Killian wasn't budging. "Get off me, Killian," Emma hissed at him in a low tone.
Killian leaned down next to her ear. "To be continued…" he whispered, his seductive voice resonating with promise before he pulled himself up and offered her his hand. She ignored it and got up on her own.
Emma refused to look at Killian and turned to walk over to her best friend, whose blue eyes grew wide. She stared at Killian with her mouth slightly open. "Alexandra, I'm sorry — I didn't know you were coming by today," Emma apologized, but Alexandra's attention was locked on Killian. She heard the sound of Killian's footsteps approaching them, but she didn't bother to turn around. "Alexandra, this is Captain Killian Jones. Killian, this is my best friend, Alexandra, whom I told you about," she introduced them, her voice wavering slightly.
"Ah…it's nice to meet you, Princess Alexandra." Killian smiled at Alexandra, walking up to stand next to Emma. He reached for the princess's hand, taking it in his own before leaning down to kiss it as he looked up at her. "Any friend of Emma's is a friend of mine."
Killian couldn't deny that Alexandra was beautiful. He would have tried to bed her if he had met her first, but once he would have taken her he wouldn't have ever cared to see her again. Killian couldn't believe that he didn't feel the slightest desire to try to seduce Alexandra. He realized in that moment that Emma Swan had ruined him — no other woman but her would suffice.
Emma, on the other hand, felt her blood boiling when Killian flirted with her best friend right in front of her — and after he tried to kiss her! She balled her hands up into fists, feeling the urge to punch Killian in the jaw, anger and jealousy gnawing at her. Alexandra had always been the one who got all the attention at balls, but Emma could have cared less about it then. Now she couldn't help but feel jealous of her best friend's beauty with Killian's full attention on her.
"You're the famous pirate, Captain Killian Jones," Alexandra said in an awestruck tone, stunned as she looked at the ridiculously handsome and sexy man in front of her who was releasing her hand. Her blue eyes looked over at her best friend, only to see Emma forcing a painful smile on her face as she looked back at her. "Emma, I'm sorry that I didn't tell you that I was coming by…but I missed you," she explained, regaining enough of her composure to pull Emma into a hug. "Sorry," she whispered softly into Emma's ear, a silent apology for interrupting and for gawking at Killian.
"It's fine. We were finished anyway," Emma replied to Alexandra, glaring at Killian as they hugged. "Let's go for a walk and catch up," she recommended as they pulled apart, starting to walk out of the room.
"Ah ah ah, lass…" Killian called out, moving in front of Emma and blocking her way. His blue eyes filled with determination and desire. "You challenged me, Swan. That's not something that I take lightly," he told her as he leaned in closer to her. "We are far from finished. I will see you tonight," he stressed, then nodded at her. "Alexandra, can I count on you to help Emma keep her promise to me?" he asked, raising a brow at her.
"Yes, Captain Jones," Alexandra smiled at him, glancing over at a very annoyed Emma.
"Thank you. I hope you girls have a good afternoon," he finished before walking off towards his room, already planning his next move.
"Let's go," Emma said to her friend, stomping off in the other direction. "Please excuse Killian — he can be a bit smarmy. He is a pirate, after all," Emma grumbled, shaking her head and not looking at her friend.
"You like him," Alexander laughed as Emma's face snapped towards her, glaring. "Don't you dare deny it, Emma! The sexual tension between you two is off the charts — I feel like I need a cold shower from just watching the two of you together."
"Are you sure it's not because you want to jump on Killian? I'm sure he would be more than willing," Emma said, looking quickly away from her.
"Oh my god — you are jealous!" Alexandra gasped out, her mouth falling open. Emma had only been jealous of her one other time — and that was when Alex had met Graham for the first time. Alex had seen him outside at the front gate of the castle, and not knowing who he was yet, she had flirted with him — but he didn't flirt back. Once Alex realized who he was she had stopped, but Emma had not cared about her motives, which had led to her refusal talk to Alex for almost a month. Emma had confessed after they had made up that it had been Graham who convinced her it wasn't a big deal, that he only loved and wanted her.
"No, I'm not!" Emma protested, glaring at her best friend. "If you want Killian, you can have him," she offered.
"Really?" Alexandra asked, noticing that Emma's right eye was twitching slightly. "I'm kidding! He's sexy and charming — but I'm spoken for," she revealed, her entire face lighting up on saying the last part.
"Alex, I can't believe I'm just hearing about this! Who is the lucky man?" she exclaimed, her face also lit with happiness.
Alexandra felt her eyes tearing up, overcome with joy on seeing life back in her best friend. "Prince Eric of Andalasia. We met him the first time at the autumn ball when we were sixteen," Alex replied, her blue eyes looking off into space. "I told you when I first saw him that I wanted to marry him."
"I remember him! You have mooned over him every ball that we've seen him at," Emma exclaimed, recalling the extremely tall, gorgeous blonde man with piercing blue eyes that Alexandra had spent years fancying. "Tell me more!" She pulled Alexandra out towards the garden as the guards followed them.
"He recognized me when Pinocchio and I snuck out to the tavern to get drunk — this was about nine months ago. I tried to get out of there before he confronted me, but he caught me. We spent the night talking and drinking, and he showed up two days later to ask my father's permission to take me to a ball in his kingdom. We haven't gone two days without seeing each other since," Alexandra shared with her while they walked over towards the rose garden. She didn't want to mention their engagement just yet.
"I'm so happy for you." Emma grinned before glancing back at the guards, then whispered, "So have you slept with him?" she asked in a hushed tone, not wanting the guards to overhear her.
"No!" Alex replied, surprising her. "Eric has been with lot of women as everyone knows, but he said that he hasn't been with anyone since he started seeing me." Her blue eyes darkened with jealousy. "He told me that he's never been in love with anyone until he met me — and I believe him, but I'm making him wait."
"It's killing you, isn't it?" Emma asked, grinning at her and already knowing the answer.
"Yes! I'm so close to caving, but I'm so nervous. I didn't love Jeffrey or Josh, but I'm completely in love with Eric. It's scary as hell," Alexandra admitted as she talked about her two ex-boyfriends.
"You should bring him here to the castle so I can meet him! You know that I can spot a liar from a mile away — I'll kick his ass if he's lying to you," Emma offered, wanting to get to know her friend's boyfriend.
"Yes, I will see if he can come here with me later this week! Maybe we could all go out for a drink at the tavern — and you could bring Killian along?" Alexandra suggested to her.
"It's a 'yes' to Eric coming here, but I don't know about the tavern. How can we stay under the radar with a gigantic, gorgeous prince and an annoyingly sexy pirate?" Emma asked, shaking her head.
"So you admit that you think Killian's sexy?" Alex grinned at her while Emma rolled her eyes, changing the subject quickly back to Alex's boyfriend.
Killian stood on the other side of the rosebushes, grinning upon hearing Emma admit that she thought he was sexy. He knew that he shouldn't eavesdrop on their conversation, but a man needed to know where he stood with the woman he wanted. He walked off quietly, having heard enough. Making his way back to his room, he saw Prince James leaning up against the door, waiting for him.
"Hello, Prince James — is there something that I can help you with?" he asked him nervously.
"Yes, I've been meaning to ask you about Gerald stepping down as a guard and leaving the palace. I'm pretty sure that you had something to do with it," James told him suspiciously. "Your… history with my guards isn't very good."
"It came to my attention that he made some inappropriate comments about Emma, which she herself had overheard. I confronted him about it and found out he is a pathetic excuse for a guard — he even peed himself when we had a chat," Killian explained to James, watching anger flare in his eyes.
"It appears that you care for my daughter, but I must ask you what your attentions are towards her. You have a reputation for being quite the ladies' man, never sharing a bed with the same woman more than once," James said to him. "I'm very grateful that your presence makes my daughter happy, but I won't sit by and watch her get her heart broken again," he finished, regaining his composure.
Killian tried to find a proper way to voice his feelings to the father of the girl that he desired. "I cannot deny what you have heard about me," he said to him without shame or embarrassment in his voice. He paused before continuing, "I know that you think me to be heartless, Prince James, but I assure you that I'm not. Like you, I thought my heart had been taken when the Dark One took my mother's, but I have discovered recently that it's still there because of Emma. The one thing that I want as much as justice for the Dark One's crimes is to see to it that Emma's isn't hurt ever again." He despised having to explain himself to the prince, but he knew it was the only way that he would allow him anywhere near his daughter.
"I'll be honest with you, since you are doing the same for me. I loathe the idea of you being with my daughter," he told an unsurprised Killian. "The worst day of my life was Emma's wedding day, watching Graham die in her arms. I will never forget the look on her face or the sound of her sobs as he told her he loved her before taking his last breath. It shattered Emma into a million pieces — and there was nothing I could do. I made a vow that I wouldn't ever let that happen again." His voice caught, remembering the utter heartbreak and sadness in her eyes before taking a deep breath. "Somehow you've been able to reach her when no one else could. Because of that, I hope that you will stay in our kingdom and castle indefinitely." He held out his hand to Killian so that he knew that he meant it.
"I gladly accept your offer." Killian grinned at James, shaking his hand. "Next week, I will have to leave for a day or two with my crew, but I will be back."
Nodding, James replied, "However, be forewarned: if you ever hurt my daughter, I will kill you with a hook very slowly." He then walked off to go check on his wife.
Emma's room
"So, I have to ask — what is this promise you made to Captain Jones?" Alexandra asked Emma, sitting across from her on her large bed. "Spill it, Swan," she added, pushing her friend playfully.
"It's nothing big. He was bragging that no one has ever beaten him at gambling, so we are playing poker tonight. We are going to sneak out," Emma explained, shrugging at her. Alexandra looked at her like she was crazy. "What?"
"Come on, I know that you've heard what the guys at the tavern all say about him and gambling — he is unbeatable! By the way, what are you playing for?" Alex asked her, shaking her head and getting a shrug in response. "Wait, are you playing strip poker?" she asked. Emma threw a pillow at her in reply. "What? You don't think he won't propose that? Because I can guarantee you — that will be the first thing he will propose."
"Well, that's not happening. I'm sure he knows that we are paying for gold and will be fine with that," Emma replied. However, her mind was busy wondering what Killian would look like without his shirt on.
"I think that instead of taking him to the tavern, you should play in the one of the secret rooms that we found in the castle — or go with him to his ship," Alexandra suggested. Now Emma looked at her like she was crazy. "What? You said it yourself earlier — people will notice Killian. Or is it that you're scared to be alone with him?"
"No, I'm not!" Emma exclaimed. "If he took me back to his ship again, we wouldn't be alone — all of his crew would be there this time."
"This time?! You've been to his ship? When?" Alex asked her, grinning.
"He took me and my parents to his ship yesterday. Oh, and he let me be captain for a while when we went sailing. It's no big deal," Emma said casually.
"He let you act as the captain of his ship," Alex repeated, stunned upon realizing that this was the trip out of the castle Snow had been talking about. "If you're not scared to be alone with him, prove it tonight," she dared Emma, giving her a smug smile.
"Fine — I will. Killian and I will have our poker game in the secret room by the training room," Emma agreed. She didn't wanting to look like a coward, but she was scared to be alone with him. Heck, she had almost kissed him in front of all of her guards earlier, completely forgetting that they were all there. She just wasn't sure if she could trust herself to be alone with him.
The rest of Alexandra's visit flew by quickly, Emma listening to her talk about everything concerning her relationship with Eric. Emma watched Alexandra's carriage take off, wishing that she could have stayed longer, before turning around to see Killian leaning up against the castle. He was wearing his typical black leather pants and long-sleeved black shirt with the top four buttons undone, but now he had a red leather vest covering his shirt.
"If you came to say goodbye to Alexandra, you're too late," Emma sneered at him. She started to walk past him, but he reached out and pulled her to him as she walked backwards. Soon her back hit the wall of the castle.
"I can't deny that your friend is pretty, but it's not her that I want," he told her intensely, leaning closer to her. "I must warn you — when I want something, I'm the type of man who is determined to have it," he whispered to her.
"We are going to be late for dinner," Emma said to him, pushing him away from her and walking into the castle with Killian at her heels.
"Are you canceling on me tonight?" he asked her, trying to keep anger and disappointment out of his voice. His brief flirtation with Emma's friend had sent his progress with Emma almost back to step one. She was the jealous type, so it would be wise to note this in order to avoid this issue in the future — unless he needed to get her all riled up.
"Yup," Emma replied sharply, never looking back at him while continuing to the dining room. Killian walked behind her, deciding to give her space while trying to calculate his next move. Then it came to him — and as much as he hated to fight dirty or upset Emma, he meant what he had told her about getting what he wanted. Killian entered the dining room and sat down at the table, smiling at Emma and her parents.
"Alexandra is going to bring the prince that she is courting next week so I can meet him," Emma told her parents, glancing over at Killian to see his reaction. He didn't have one.
"That's great, Emma." Snow smiled at her daughter before eating some of her dinner. Relief was flooding through her system again — Emma seemed almost like her old self.
"We would love to meet him as well." Her father grinned at Emma, happy that Killian wasn't the only one making her happy now. "They can stay for a few days if you would like," he offered her, hoping they would stay.
"I'll have a message sent to her — thanks, Dad," Emma replied before beginning to eat her dinner. She looked over at Killian to see him eating quietly — which wasn't like him at all — but she refused pay any further attention to him. Emma still felt jealousy running through her veins after seeing Killian flirt with her best friend. It wasn't much flirtation in comparison to how much he flirted with her, but it had been enough to piss her off. "Aren't you excited about meeting Alexandra's boyfriend, Killian?" Emma asked, trying to bait him.
"I'm not sure if I'll be here then — but if I am, I'll have drink with him. Princes usually don't like me very much — but I'm willing to give him a shot for you, love," he replied coolly as he took a bite of his chicken.
Emma's mouth fell open, the color immediately draining from her cheeks. "You're leaving?" Emma asked him in a whisper, her green eyes now locked on him.
"My crew and I have a run that will take us a week — tops. Smee is organizing all the details of our voyage. After all, my men will be restless after being ashore all of this week, and as their captain, it's my job to keep them busy," he explained to Emma, able to see that she didn't look calm anymore about his departure from the castle. "You'll have your friends to keep you busy, so you won't even miss me," he added, giving her a small smile before drinking a sip of his wine.
Emma's mind kept repeating over and over again that he was leaving. She tried to remind herself that he would be back in few days, but that didn't help at all. "Do you plan on doing any gambling on your trip?" she asked him, raising an eyebrow.
"I wouldn't be much of a pirate if I didn't — especially since I've never lost." Killian grinned at her, pretty sure that she had changed her mind about their poker game tonight.
"Well, there is a first time for everything," Emma said to him with a smirk. Her parents looked at each other, confused as to what was exactly going on besides the obvious flirting.
Later that night
Killian walked to the training room, where Emma had whispered to him after dinner to meet her. The fact that he had to leave her for a few days had worked in getting her to agree to their poker match. No one had ever looked at him the way she had when he said he was leaving them — not even the women who had claimed they were madly in love with him and begged him to stay. He entered the training room to see it empty, shutting the door behind him as Emma had told him to. Going over to look at the swords hanging on the wall, he was admiring them when he heard the sound of a door opening. Turning, he suddenly saw Emma leaning in a doorway camouflaged by being within one of the walls of the training room, and she was waving at him. He opened his mouth to speak, but he stopped when she put her finger up to her lip. He listened as he walked over to the door, but Emma quickly pulled him inside by the lapels of his coat. A huge grin crossed his lips, and wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her flush against him as the door closed behind him. "It's about bloody time," he whispered as he leaned in to kiss her, but stopped when he heard voices outside in the training room.
"The pirate went in here. Where did he go? He couldn't just have disappeared," the first voice they heard said.
"He's a pirate — they are good at escaping without being seen. He probably snuck out to the tavern to bed a serving wench — let's go see if we can find him," the other man replied.
"It could be considered working if we went there — let's go find him!" the first guard replied. They heard both of them exit the training room.
"They would have caught us if I hadn't grabbed you," Emma said to him while trying to wiggle out of his arms.
"It's a plausible excuse — but next time, let's not stand on ceremony," he replied, smirking at her before letting her go so he could run a hand through her long blonde hair. "There are secret rooms in the castle — don't you think that's something your guards should know about?" he added, looking around the medium-sized room to see a table and two chairs in the center. It was lit by candles on small tables throughout the room. However, his eyes stopped when they reached a makeshift bed made of cushions against one of the walls, which caused his gaze to darken. He licked his lips.
"Let's play so poker — did you bring the rum?" she asked him, walking over to the table and taking a seat while pointedly ignoring the look on his face when he saw the makeshift bed.
"Who else knows about this room of yours?" he asked her, taking a seat across from her and pulling the large flask of rum out of the pocket of his leather coat.
"Alexandra and...Graham." Her voice wavered as she shuffled the deck of cards, her hands shaking slightly as she fought the tears threatening to form in her eyes. "We would steal a bottle of wine or some ale and then drink in here when we couldn't sneak out of the castle to the tavern. We'd play cards and laugh for hours — I won every hand because Alex is a horrible card player, always forgetting the rules. I always knew when Graham was bluffing because of the adorable way he would bite the inside of his lip..." She sighed, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. Images of him were flashing through her mind. The feel of Killian's hand moving over hers caused her eyes to open and see him staring at her.
"I still can see my mother's beautiful face in my mind after over three hundred years. It hurt to talk about her at first, but when I found myself starting to forget things about her I let myself remember her." Killian said to her, understanding how painful it was to remember the loved ones who were taken from you.
"Where is your father?" Emma asked him, not wanting to let her sorrow overwhelm their poker game. She dealt the cards upon seeing Killian's jaw clinch.
"My mom met my father at a tavern in town — she was instantly drawn to him because of his good looks and the stories of his adventures as a pirate captain. She asked him to take her aboard his ship because her life was suffocating her. When I was around seven, my father took his crew on a dangerous mission, leaving us at port so we would be safe. My mother and I watched him leave on the dock together — and that was the last time that we ever saw him, his ship, or his crew. The Dark One killed my mother while we were staying at that port," he explained to her, picking up his cards.
"Well, it sounds like your life has been as depressing as mine — pass the rum?" Emma said, making Killian smile at her. "What?" she asked him as he handed her the rum.
"Most people would say how sorry they are if I told them, looking at me with pity. I like your response much better," he answered, watching her taking a drink from the flask.
"I know what that is like. People think saying 'I'm sorry' will make it all better." Emma rolled her eyes and took another drink before handing him back the flask. The first drink once again made her taste buds feel like they were on fire, so a second drink was necessary to numb them. "I think the answer is rum," Emma added, which made Killian laugh.
"You're so right, lass," he told her, also taking a large drink out of the flash. "So what are we playing for, Princess?" he asked, his eyes lit up with mischief.
"Gold!" Emma grinned, opening up a bag and dumping a large amount of gold on the table.
"It's a good thing I came prepared," Killian said, pulling out a black bag and dumping more gold on the table. He them pulled out another flask of rum and handed it to her. "I brought more rum too."
"There goes the theory that all pirates are greedy." Emma smiled, taking the flask of rum and drinking out of it.
"Oh no, we pirates are greedy — but we are also capable of sharing," he explained to her. Leaning forward, he let his eyes travel from her face down her whole body and then back up to her eyes, taking in that she was wearing a white button-up jacket that covered her chest completely. "For example, there are some things I would never be willing to share," he added, winking at her.
"Let's just play poker." Emma rolled her eyes at him as they began to play. She could see why he had never lost a game — his face was completely unreadable. She also couldn't help but see just how handsome he really was while trying to read him. It was time to show their cards, and he smirked, showing her a royal flush.
"I win." He grinned smugly at her, pulling the gold towards him. Sweat started to drip down his neck toward his chest. Emma's eyes couldn't help but follow the beads of sweat disappearing onto his dark chest hair. "It's bloody warm in here," he added, taking off his coat slowly and fully aware of Emma's sight on him.
"I should have warned you about that," Emma replied, handing him the cards so that he could deal. She waited until he was done dealing the cards and looking down at his so she could remove her jacket quietly. Her heart began to race with nervousness, knowing that she was playing with fire here.
"Are you ready to…" Killian began to say as he looked up at her. He stopped short and his blue eyes filled with surprise — but the surprise quickly turned into lust. His gaze traveled from her face down to her breasts, which were barely concealed under the white corset she was wearing. He took long, deep breaths, desperately trying to control the primal beast in him that demanded he grab her and take her now on the table. "Emma…" he growled out and dug his fingernails into the table, his pupils dilating until his eyes looked almost black.
"I'm in," Emma said to him in a confident tone and looking him in the eyes as she pushed gold into the middle of the call. She had never had anyone look at her the way Killian was looking at her now — his eyes were burning, staring at her like he wanted to devour her. It scared the hell out of her — but it was secretly exciting her as well. "Are you in?" she asked him, deliberately raising an eyebrow.
"You have no idea how much I want to be in," he purred at her as he pushed gold into the center of the table, not taking his smoldering gaze from her. Killian was fighting to keep himself in the seat — right now he wanted to push Emma up against the wall, rip off her skirt, and pleasure her until neither one of them could move.
Emma pretended to unaffected by the way that he was staring at her, but her whole body began to tingle as she crossed her legs, desperately fighting the arousal that ran though her. She took a drink of rum and noticed that Killian hadn't taken his eyes off of her or moved when they continued to play.
"I win!" Emma said to him, smiling as she lay down her cards after he revealed his. She leaned over the table to pull the gold towards her, unintentionally giving him a better view of her cleavage, as she had momentarily forgotten about what she was wearing. Killian stopped her movement, putting his hands on her arms. "Don't tell me that you're a sore loser?" she teased him, grinning as he leaned in closer to her.
"On the contrary, I believe that I won," he answered, his eyes drifting down to her cleavage. He could feel every ounce of his willpower fading away.
"Killian," Emma's voice called out to him, pulling him out of his inner turmoil as his eyes snapped up to meet hers. "I told you there was a first time for everything," she smirked at him. She had to concentrate on bragging about beating him instead of the urge to feel his body against hers.
"There. Is." he replied, saying each word slowly with a long pause in between them. Letting go of her, he stood up and stared at her for a few seconds before walking over to her.
"Killian…" she said, standing up and taking several steps backwards before bumping into the wall with Killian now pressed up against her. "I should go," Emma whispered out to him, feeling the need to get out of the room now. She knew that if she stayed, she wouldn't have the will to resist her desire to kiss Killian.
Killian moved one of his hands, placing it on her cheek. "Darling, if that's what you really want, then I won't stop you — but we both know that's not what you really want," he said to her, leaning in to kiss her soft cheek. He started to pull away, but paused when he felt Emma's hands move onto his chest. He took a deep breath and moved back in to kiss her check once again, before he started kissing his way across her cheek towards her lips.