Author's note: We're definitely in the back half of this story now. Things will be happening pretty quickly (well as quickly as I can in 10000+ word chapter, lol) so hang on tight! Enjoy!
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Chapter 8
Killian tied off the Jolly and wiped at his brow. It was nearly noon and he certainly was feeling it. He stood by the dock for a few minutes, taking in the cool breeze from the ocean. After spending a very pleasant night with Emma, he'd had to go out and check his traps. Emma wanted to come along, but he insisted she sleep. She looked so cute curled up in his bed, wearing still another of his shirts, green eyes sleepy. So he'd kissed her temple and slipped out quietly.
After collecting his data, he didn't want to think anymore about his thesis. He'd made some good progress on it, but he thought he deserved a break. And spending the entire weekend with his Swan seemed like a good start.
He climbed in his Jeep and tossed his backpack into the back. He pulled out his phone and dialed, thinking he'd grab them some lunch before heading home.
"Hey you," Emma said. Killian could almost hear her smile and it elicited one of his own.
"Have a pleasant lie in, love?"
She chuckled. "Yeah. But I would have gone with you, you know."
"I know. I just like the idea of you sleeping in my bed."
"I thought you liked me doing other things in your bed?"
"I'm a man of many interests, Swan."
"Guess it's a good thing our...interests line up so well, huh?"
"Indeed it is. Would you like me to grab something for lunch? I'm on my way home." He had to admit that coming home to her was something that he looked forward to far more than he should. In a dark corner of his mind, he wondered what it would be like to carve out a real home with her, a space that was neither his nor hers, but theirs. Which, given the relatively brief time they'd been together, was crazy. But he still wanted it. A place where they could live together, entertain their friends, perhaps have a family?
Good lord, he really was losing it.
But he'd seen Emma with Roland. They hadn't come anywhere near talking about it, but he suspected that the idea of children wasn't completely out of the question. Not that he'd ever speak of it.
For now, he just wanted to enjoy what they had, because it was pretty damn good.
"That sounds great," Emma replied.
"Fancy anything in particular?"
"Surprise me," she said with a laugh.
"Very well." They hung up and Killian pulled out into traffic. He swung by his favorite Chinese place and grabbed them some lunch, the passenger seat of his Jeep filled with cartons. It was probably too much, but if they had leftovers then that was more than fine with him. He was a champion at making food last. When he got home, it took some trickery to get the cartons up to his place, but he managed it. Unfortunately, he didn't have any hands to open the door. So he had to knock with his elbow.
The door swung open with Emma looking confused. "Killian?" Her eyes widened as she took in his lopsided grin and full arms. "Got enough?" she teased, reaching out to help him. She took several of the cartons into her arms, then let him inside. "It smells great."
"These are from the best Chinese place in town," Killian boasted. "I'm sure you'll love it, Swan."
"Right now I think I could eat a horse," she quipped, arranging her cartons on Killian's coffee table. He noticed her laptop was open; he hadn't even known she had it.
"Keeping busy, were you, love?" he asked, settling in next to her.
She blushed. "Yeah. I hope you don't mind me borrowing your wifi."
"Not at all. Would this have anything to do with that mysterious conversation you had with Robin last night?"
"Actually, it does. But let's eat first. Then I'll show you." She moved to head for the kitchen, but Killian gently tugged on her wrist, pulling her back to him. He smiled at her, leaning in for a kiss. Her lips were warm and soft as she smiled into it, humming happily as she wove her fingers into his hair. He followed her lead, loving the feel of her silken strands between his fingers.
"Hmm, you showered, lass," he said, breaking the kiss. "You smell like me."
"That a bad thing?" she asked, rubbing her nose over his cheek.
"Definitely not, but I am rather fond of the way you smell." She had a sweet sunflower scent that he loved; so often it was the first thing he noticed when they woke up together.
"Some people would think that's creepy."
"Do you?"
She pressed her lips firmly to his. "Nah. I think it's kinda sweet."
"Only kind of?"
Emma grinned, tugging sharply on his hair. "Don't press your luck, buddy." She disentangled herself and headed for the kitchen. She came back quickly with napkins and paper plates, just in case.
"I got a little bit of everything, since I didn't know what you liked," Killian said, opening up a few of them. "You do like Chinese food, right?" He sometimes forgot how much they still had to learn about each other.
"Could I be from NewYork and not like it?" Emma teased, elbowing him in the ribs. "Yeah, I love it actually."
Killian let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. There were still times he worried about disappointing her, like she'd realize how different they were and head home. "Does that make you handy with some chop sticks then?"
"Watch and learn, babe. Watch and learn." Emma snatched up a set of chop sticks and dove into the first carton she could grab. Killian tried to ignore the way his heart beat just a little bit faster as he registered the term of endearment. She'd never done that before, and he didn't want to call her out. Besides, it was adorable.
Emma wielded the chop sticks like an extension of her fingers, shoveling some noodles into her mouth. "Hmm, this is good," she said, working to swallow.
"I'm glad you like it." Killian grabbed a carton of his own, his stomach growling. They shared cartons back and forth, laughing and teasing. It felt so good to just hang out and enjoy each other's company. Emma had a very dry sense of humor, could find irony in almost anything. It was just something else he loved about her.
"So my mom says, 'Yeah, you're a real Prince Charming!'"
Killian laughed. "So let me get this straight. Your parents first met because she tried to cheat off him when they were in school?"
Emma nodded. "Yep. Russian history, I think it was. Spelling's not really her strong suit."
"But he didn't turn her in?"
"No. Instead, he convinced their professor to let them team up on an extra credit project. When they passed, my mom asked him out. They've been together ever since."
"It's strangely...sweet?"
"Like me spilling coffee on you?"
"Or me getting grease your bags?"
"Good point. We're quite a pair, aren't we?"
"I like to think so," he replied, nudging her with his shoulder.
She smiled at him, reaching over and threading their fingers together. "I did not expect you when I came here, Killian. But I'm glad that you're here."
It was the closest she'd ever come to telling him the words he so desperately wanted to hear. He returned her soft smile, cupping her chin with his free hand. He thumbed the cute dent in her chin, before gently pulling her in for a kiss. A sigh rumbled in his throat, still kissing her, her hand tightening in his.
She pulled away, resting her forehead on his. "Damn you're good at that."
"You're not so bad yourself, darling."
Emma kissed the tip of his nose, then straightened up. "There's something I've been meaning tell you for a while. Now's as good a time as any, I guess."
"What's going on, Swan?" He tried to keep the tremor out of his voice. Surely it wasn't anything bad. She wouldn't share happy stories and affection if she was going to leave him.
"It's nothing bad, so stop worrying," she said with a knowing smile. "At least I hope not."
"You're not making sense, love."
"I know. I just...remember when I told you why I came here?"
Killian cocked his head. "Aye. Something about getting your parents to take you seriously?"
"Yeah." She reached for the sleeping laptop. "I think I might have found something...because of you."
"Me? I'm afraid I didn't do anything, Emma."
Emma smirked. "Believe me, you did." She handed him her laptop, scrolling over the touch pad. "I'd like you to read it and tell me what you think. Honestly. I can take it."
Killian nodded, even though he was still somewhat confused. There was a Word document open with a colorful title page featuring a few of the pictures Emma had taken on their sailing trip. He scrolled to the next page, headed: Hooking the Future: A Proposal. He smiled at her title, suspecting where she'd gotten it from. He kept reading, getting more interested—and impressed—as he went. Emma, it seemed, had gotten it in her head to try and solve the funding and research problem for the reserves in archipelago. Basing it on a similar project in Florida, she proposed a non-profit that could coordinate between the various reserves, directing money and resources to where it was needed most. Especially for staff and equipment.
It was a huge project, very ambitious. But knowing his Swan, he couldn't say he was surprised. Emma wasn't really one for doing things halfway.
"Swan, this is..." Killian scratched behind his ear. "Love, when I said you should start small, this wasn't exactly what I had in mind."
Emma bit her lip. "Do you think I've bitten off more than I can chew?"
"Honestly?" Emma nodded. "I don't know. Possibly? I mean, there's politics involved. Not to mention, the capital to even get this off the ground. But you do have some excellent ideas."
"Well, I was thinking about that last thing." She glanced out the window, then back. "I think I can convince my dad to make an initial investment. I wanted to see what you thought before I showed it to him."
"Emma, you know how much money we're talking about, right?" Millions of dollars, at least. He knew her family was well off, but it seemed like a stretch that her father would just...give her that much money for something unproven.
Emma nodded, seriously. "I've got a degree in business, remember?"
"I'm not doubting your education, love."
"I was also thinking that if we could show him there was interest, that it was viable, then that would help. Dad hasn't gotten to where he is by playing it safe, you know?"
"But how?"
Emma cocked her head. "What about a fundraiser? Like an exposition? If we could get some of my family's friends here, that would be good publicity. And perhaps draw in some more investors." She smiled, her eyes lighting up. "Maybe a themed event. The Crocodile has space for that, right?"
"Aye, there's some convention space, a ballroom. It's popular in the winter; corporations hosting an event away from their cold offices."
"That's what I was talking to Robin about. To see if he thought Regina Mills would go for something like that."
Killian let out a low whistle. "Seems you've given this a lot of thought. This is really important to you, isn't it?"
Emma took the laptop back. "Is that so strange?"
Killian shook his head. "I may not have known you for very long, Swan, but I've never doubted your passion. If this is important to you, then I'll help you in any way I can."
Emma smiled, clearly relieved. It hit him like a punch in the gut that she'd almost expected him to call her out again, to be angry. It made him ashamed all over again for his boorish behavior. "Getting me some contact info for the reserves would be a great start."
"Aye, I can do that." He glanced away, then reached over and took her hand. "You know we'll have to be more careful, don't you?" If she was going to be working closely with Regina's office then he would have to make himself scarce. They couldn't been seen together. Not within shouting distance of the resort anyway.
Emma squeezed his hand. "I know. But I think we can do both. I want to be with you, Killian. You're very important to me, okay?"
He smiled, a little ball of relief opening in his chest. "I've always understood the risk, love. I'm not giving up on us."
Emma set her laptop aside and smiled his favorite smile. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him soundly, her thumbs rubbing his cheekbones. "You are the best, you know that?"
"Well, I do try, my love."
Emma rolled her eyes. "Cocky bastard."
"Perhaps you should do something about that if you don't like it."
"Who says I don't like it?" She bit her lip, then gracefully hoisted herself into his lap. Killian immediately settled his hands on her hips, fingers sliding up under her shirt. She was warm and soft; he could feel her shiver. "Maybe I really, really like it."
"Not enough cocky bastards in your life?"
"Hmm, I think I only need one." She closed the small distance, lips brushing his. Lightly, delicately, almost like a whisper. She kept it up, over and over, pressing a bit harder each pass; the tender tease making his heart race. She stroked his scruff, scratching lightly, tingles shooting down his spine. It never took much to get him going; the smallest touch from her could drive him crazy.
"Emma..."
She hummed, rubbing his nose with hers. "Shhh. Let me have this?"
He brought one hand up to her face. "You may have whatever you wish. I'm yours, Emma."
He almost thought she was going to cry, but she just smiled. She went back to kissing him, pulling away every time he tried to deepen it. She moved to his cheek, his nose, his eyelids. He let her rain kisses over his face, while he stroked her lower back. He knew how much she loved the feel of his hands on her skin. He let out a sound very like a purr as she massaged his scalp, a feeling of deep contentment settling in his chest.
"You sound like a happy cat," she murmured with a chuckle.
"You're very good at that, lass."
"I'm good at a lot of things."
"Oh, I am well aware."
"I wonder if you like this." Emma rubbed her cheek against his, his scruff rubbing and scratching her skin. She moved lower, nose and lips teasing his neck, his Adam's apple. Killian groaned when she licked the hollow of his throat, his hands sliding down to her ass. He squeezed the globes through the thin fabric, pleased when he heard Emma moan.
"Swan..." He ducked his head, capturing her lips again, wanting to kiss the life out of her. Emma ran her fingers through his hair, probably making it stick up everywhere, sucking his tongue into her mouth. They both moaned, Killian tightening his hold on her. "You are..." God, he was so close. The words were right there. "I am..."
Emma pulled back a little, looking into his eyes. "I am too, Killian. My happy cat," she said with scrunch of her nose.
He was relieved that she broke the tension. One day soon, he was just going to blurt it out. "I am not a cat."
"Maybe not. But you are mine."
"Aye. For as long as you'll have me."
The light that shone out of her eyes made up for the words neither of them were saying. Because he could see it. He could feel it. For the first time, he didn't doubt that she loved him.
"We should go out," Emma said, stroking his forearm. His chest was against her back, their legs tangled together as they lay stretched out on his couch. They were supposed to be watching a movie, but she'd lost interest quickly. It was hard to focus on anything but how warm Killian was, how he made her shiver all the same.
It wasn't a feeling she was used to, the constant wanting.
But she didn't want that to be all they had. They had fun together, more fun than Emma had had in a long time.
"What would you like to do, Swan?" She felt his lips brush the crown of her head, his nose get buried in her hair.
She gave him an awkward shrug. "I'm not sure. You have any ideas?"
Killian laughed. "Many, but most don't include going out."
Emma turned in his arms. "Ha, ha. Maybe if you're very good, we can do some of those later."
"I guess it's a good thing I don't have to work tomorrow then, eh?"
"You can have me all to yourself tomorrow, I promise."
He grinned. "Very well. Shall we go out for a drink then? Perhaps at a more disreputable establishment?" He tugged on the ends of her hair teasingly.
"More disreputable than Granny's?"
"Aye. Perhaps we'll get caught in a dark corner or two?"
"Or maybe I'll kick your ass at pool."
"Or perhaps I'll drink you under the table."
Emma's brows shot up. "But I can't give you what you want if you're drunk," she countered. Her hand drifted over his crotch, but barely skimming the denim. "That's no fun."
His eyes darkened a fraction, his hand threading through her hair. "Only pleasantly tispy, lass. I definitely want to hold you to your promise." He leaned in and kissed her; it was nearly chaste until his teeth nipped at her lower lip.
Good lord, he was overwhelming. But Emma was no shrinking violet. The corners of her mouth twitched before she kissed him again, harder, hungrier, humming against his lips as he molded her to the planes of his chest. She loved being this close to him.
"Stop trying to distract me," she mock complained when they broke for air.
Emma felt his low rumble against her chest. "I believe you kissed me, sweetheart."
"You started it."
"You just demand to be kissed," he said, eyes flickering to her lips, his thumb tracing them. "Thought so from the moment I met you."
She didn't know what to say to that. So she let her actions speak for her, kissing him firmly. She really could spend all of her time kissing him. But they were going out. "Come on," she said with a smile. "Let's go out and get caught in one of those dark corners." Then he could kiss her to his heart's content.
"As you wish." He stroked her cheek fleetingly before letting her go. Emma moved to stand, calculating which of her clothes were currently at his place. "Shall we invite Will and Elsa, love? Might be fun."
Emma looked at him, confused. "Why?" Sure, they'd been civil at Robin's but she didn't think they could stand each other. Not if Elsa's grousing texts were any indication.
"You mean you didn't notice?"
"Notice what?"
Killian stood. "Swan, I've not seen Will that...entranced by a lass...well, ever, honestly."
"That was entranced? You're kidding, right?"
"You really didn't date much before, did you?"
"Hey!" Emma swatted at his shoulder. "That's not really helping your case, since I'm dating you."
"I'm telling you, there's a spark there. I saw it."
"And you're an expert then? I seem to recall you not dating much either."
"Aye, but I know my friend. He likes her."
"Killian, he can't stand me. Why would he suddenly develop a crush on Elsa?"
Killian cupped her cheek. "We rarely have control over who we are attracted to, love. We know that better than most."
Okay, point taken. But that didn't mean he was right about Will. "Fifty bucks says you're wrong."
He grinned. "A wager, then? Very well. End of the summer."
"But..."
"Ah, ah, you have to allow things to develop, Swan. Not everyone shares our...lack of restraint."
Emma laughed, remembering that night on the sea wall. She really had wanted him from the very beginning. "Self control is overrated."
"Indeed."
So Killian called Will, while Emma phoned Elsa. Elsa, for her part, was thrilled to join them; Emma felt a twinge of guilt over how they'd ditched her after the party at Robin's. Even though Elsa had insisted, happy to see Emma happy. Emma gave Elsa the address for the bar and promised to see her there before hanging up.
Task completed, she rummaged through piles of clothes—his and hers—looking for something suitable to wear. She figured it was a pretty casual place so she could improvise. Besides, she knew that her wearing his clothes always drove him crazy. She opted for the shortest jean shorts she had, paired with a camisole and one of Killian's plaid shirts. She rolled up the sleeves and tied off the bottom, leaving only one or two buttons done up. While she was holed up in the bathroom, she thoroughly brushed her hair, bringing out its natural waves. Just a hint of make up and she was ready.
"Swan, have you seen my..." He trailed off when he saw her, his jaw dropping briefly, then swallowing heavily. "You look stunning, my love."
Emma tried to play it down, even though it was precisely the reaction she was going for. She just liked the way he looked at her. "Disreputable enough for where we're going?"
"Aye." His eyes traveled the length of her, lingering on her long legs and the hint of midriff at her waist. His appraising gaze made heat pool in her belly; she tried not to fidget. "My beautiful lass."
"Were you looking for something?"
Killian tore his eyes from her, a frown marring his features. "My car keys. They're not where I left them."
Emma helped him look, stooping under the makeshift coffee table. "Here they are," she said triumphantly, holing them out to him. "We must have knocked them over." The day before they'd gotten very...enthusiastic with each other, banging into furniture in their rush to disrobe.
Killian didn't even blush. "Perhaps I should get a peg to hang them on from now on."
"Maybe." She doubted that would be the last time they nearly lost something in their desire to have each other. "Ready?"
"Aye." Killian shoved his wallet into his pocket and led her out, pausing to lock up before heading down to the Jeep. Emma fiddled with the radio as they drove, scanning the stations. To her surprise, she found a classical station, pausing when she heard one of Mozart's concertos.
"I didn't know you liked classical music, love," Killian observed.
"One of the few things I get from my mother," she said, leaning back to listen. "I can change it if you want though."
"No, it's fine. I was merely curious."
Emma let the song play for a while, humming the melody. "I like all kinds of music," she explained. "But I always come back to this. Reminds me of when my life didn't suck so much."
"Does your life suck now?"
Emma turned to look at him. "No. It's pretty great actually. And I have hope that'll get even better."
They arrived at the bar twenty minutes later. It really was out of the way; Emma was pretty sure they were in the next town over. The lot faced the ocean; she could just make out the waves breaking over the other ambient noise. The scent of smoke assaulted her nose the moment they stepped inside; it stung her eyes. Killian's hand remained firmly on the small of her back as he guided her up to the bar.
"What can I get ya?" A young man about their age asked.
"Beer for me," Killian said. "Emma?"
She blinked to clear her vision. "Rum and coke, please." The bartender nodded headed off to make their drinks.
"No fruity umbrella concoctions, darling?"
Emma shook her head, gradually becoming accustomed to the atmosphere. "Hell no. I learned my lesson."
"What lesson?" Emma grinned when she heard Elsa's voice.
"To not mix alcohol."
Elsa laughed. She looked very stylish in her thin cashmere top and short skirt. Her white blonde hair was pulled back in a braid that settled over her shoulder. "I have a vague memory of that being quite unpleasant."
"I was nervous," Emma said defensively. "It was our second date."
"And everyone knows what happens on the second date." All three heads turned to see Will Scarlet striding over to them, a drink already in his hand. "Not that you're that kind of girl, lass," he finished charitably.
"Will," Killian said warningly.
"What? For me, that's practically a compliment!"
Emma rolled her eyes. "Are we gonna find out what kind of a drunk you are tonight, Will? Cuz I'm betting you're a mean one."
"Well, then you'd be wrong, lass. You'll see." He doffed his drink at her and downed a good bit of it. The bartender returned with Emma and Killian's drinks, then went to get Will a refill and Elsa some wine.
"I'm surprised they have wine here," Elsa whispered to Emma as they all moved to a table. She took a sip, then made a face. "It's not especially good though."
"Killian called this place disreputable," Emma replied. "But alcohol is alcohol, I guess."
Emma mostly listened as the conversation flowed. She kept an eye on Will and Elsa, wondering if Killian was right. She still didn't see anything; indeed, they got into another "discussion" only this time it was about alcohol. Will didn't seem especially nasty or anything, just very opinionated, which she had first hand experience with. Killian kept one hand on Emma's knee the entire time, squeezing lightly when he smiled at her.
Emma looked around; there was a pool table in the corner, complete with a stained glass tea lamp. There were some older men gathered around it, already playing a game. In the other corner was a small stage and...a karaoke machine? Holy shit, it was a karaoke machine.
"Hey guys," Emma found herself saying. "Did we know this place has a karaoke machine?"
"It does?" Elsa asked, craning her neck to see.
"You do karaoke?" Killian asked.
"I didn't say that," Emma replied hastily. "I just didn't expect it."
"Afraid, lass?" Will asked.
"I don't sing."
Elsa frowned at her. "I always thought you sang rather well."
Emma shook her head. "Nope. Killian can though. He's really good."
"Swan..."
"You catch 'im singing in the shower, lass?"
"Bugger off, Scarlet."
She didn't even want to know how Will came up with that. "Do you sing?" she shot back at Will.
"Not a lick. But 'm not a coward either." He slammed his tumbler down on the table and went to fetch the book of songs. He flipped through it almost carelessly, but Emma saw his eyes. He was really looking, hoping to find the perfect song. Emma exchanged looks with Killian and Elsa, but they said nothing. Song acquired, Will stalked off to the stage and waited for his song to load. He swayed just a little, clearly tipsy, but when the song started his voice was steady, if off key.
The three of them watched and listened; Killian was trying not to laugh. It took Emma a few moments to recognize the song; it was "You Need Me, I Don't Need You" by Ed Sheeran. Not one of Emma's favorites, but given what she knew about Will, it made sense. Will was practically shouting by the time it was over; it was the most emotional Emma had ever seen him.
"Still afraid, lass?" Will said when he returned.
Emma shrugged noncommittally. Killian nudged her shoulder. "What do you say, love? Shall we do one together?"
"Together? You don't want to sing with me, Killian." Christ, she'd only embarrass herself. And she wasn't nearly drunk enough.
"I want to do everything with you, Emma." He gave her his best puppy eyes. "Please?"
Holy lord, she was helpless against that look. She tried to hold out, but it didn't take her long to cave. "Okay. One song. But when our ears are bleeding, don't say I didn't warn you."
"Oh, stop being dramatic, Emma," Elsa chided. "It's just karaoke. Not Carnegie Hall."
"See? Even Elsa agrees. Live a little, Swan."
"Shut up and give me the book, you. And go get me a drink. I'm gonna need it."
Killian kissed the top of her head as he stood to go back to the bar, laughing.
"You shouldn't be so hard on him, Emma," Elsa said, leaning over Emma's shoulder.
"I wasn't hard on him, trust me."
"If you say so." They looked through the book, finally finding the section with duets. Emma weighed the options, wondering what on earth was possessing her to do this. Other people seemed to be following Will's lead, song after dreadful song being sung. "What about this one?" Elsa asked.
Emma looked down to where she was pointing. It was "Summer Nights" from Grease. "Ha, ha, very funny, Elsa." That might be a little too on the nose for Emma's taste. Besides, there was a song she liked better. "What about this one?"
Elsa grinned at her. "I think that's an excellent choice."
Emma felt a jolt of excitement shoot down her spine. It was entirely possible this would go horribly wrong, but who cared? They didn't know anyone there. And she kinda wanted to see Killian's face when he saw what she'd chosen. She hurried up to the machine and entered the song in the queue.
"What are we singing, lass?" Killian asked when he returned with her drink.
"It's a surprise."
"Hmm, I love surprises." He smiled, catching her around the waste, kissing her soundly. Will made a loud gagging sound, but Elsa just beamed at them. Emma pushed at his shoulder playfully, but it had no weight. Even in a very public bar, she simply loved being held by him. She took a healthy sip of her drink, arm wrapped around him as they waited their turn. Killian drew tiny circles on her hip, soothing her, as if he could feel her lingering tension. "Ready?"
Emma put down her drink. "Yeah, let's do it." She smiled at him as they went up to the stage hand in hand. They let go to grab their mics, exchanging giddy nervous glances. Emma saw the moment he recognized the song she'd chosen, his eyes locking with hers knowingly.
"Grease, Swan?"
"You've seen it, right?"
"Aye." He took her hand and spun her around, just as the song was beginning. Then she stood back and let him start. As the first strains of "You're the One that I Want" came out of his mouth, Emma was just flabbergasted. He'd been holding out on her, just a bit. For someone who didn't like singing in public, he just let 'er rip, staring right into her eyes as he sang the first verse.
She was so caught up in it that she almost missed her cue, doing her less impressive Olivia Newton John impression. But Killian didn't seem to mind, nodding at her encouragingly. She found herself smiling, settling into a give and take with him that was heady and thrilling. They didn't sound half bad together.
At the end of the song there was loud applause and Emma blushed. Killian would have none of it, kissing her briefly just before they relinquished the stage. He said something, but it was so loud that she missed it. She squeezed his hand, leading him back toward their table. Will looked stunned, Elsa proud. Emma hugged her friend before snatching up her drink.
"See? You two were great," Elsa enthused.
Both of them blushed, Killian more than Emma. "What do you think, Swan? Shall we do another?"
Emma could still feel the rush lingering in her veins. "Sure. You pick this time." She excused herself to duck into the bathroom. When she looked into the mirror—which was kinda dingy, to be honest—she was surprised how happy she appeared. Her lip gloss had long since worn off, but other than that she practically glowed with happiness. She smiled at her reflection and washed up. She was headed back to their table when a hand curled around her wrist.
She only tensed for a moment, then she recognized Killian's low rumble. "And just where do you think you're going?"
"I thought we were gonna sing again."
"We are, but we've got some time, lass." He tugged a bit harder and she turned; he leaned back against the paneled wall, deep in the shadows. "I think we've earned some alone time, don't you?"
Emma grinned. She had promised him they'd get lost in a dark corner. And here they were. She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Hi there."
"Hello, lass." He cradled her head, and drew her in for a kiss. Emma hummed happily, tongue skimming the seam of his lips, diving in when he opened for her. Her hand came down to tangle in his shirt, fisting the fabric, pressing her hips into his. One of Killian's hands slid down her spine, shoved roughly into the back pocket of her too short shorts, kneading the swell of her ass. Emma moaned, nipping sharply on his lip.
"I can't wait to get you home, love," he murmured, kissing her jaw. "And have my way with you."
"Hmm, yes, please." She kissed him again, tugging lightly on his hair. "We should get back."
"Aye." He stole one last kiss (and a grope, which she did not mind at all), then let her go. They were a little flushed as they headed back, but the dim light hid it fairly well. Emma was surprised that Will was taking another turn at karaoke when they got back. Elsa was staring at him with a mixture of fascination and pity on her face, ignoring them completely.
When Will finished, it was their turn again. Emma was more confident this time, enjoying herself immensely. The mixture of alcohol, adrenaline and Killian was incredible, boosting her confidence. This time when they left the stage Emma caught a couple of jealous glances sent her way, but she ignored them. She knew Killian only had eyes for her.
Elsa had helpfully gotten them a couple tall glasses of ice water; Emma downed about half of hers in one go. But it would keep her head clear, despite the faint buzz of alcohol. She didn't want to ruin their time when they got home.
"What should we do now?" Elsa asked.
"You're not going to take a turn, lass?" Killian asked.
Elsa shook her head. "Oh no. I really don't sing." The fact was she did and Emma knew it. But she also knew that Elsa was painfully self conscious about it.
"How 'bout a round of pool?" Will asked, looking remarkably alert despite how much he'd consumed. "Everyone does that."
"Sounds good to me," Emma said. "Teams maybe?"
"Emma's on my team," Elsa said instantly. Killian balked, but Elsa just laughed. "Gotta be quicker, Killian. We'll switch later, okay?" He pouted but nodded. Emma rolled her eyes at him, ridiculous man.
The pool table was clear now, since most people were either drinking or watching the karaoke. Will racked up the balls, letting everyone else get a cue. The boys graciously allowed the ladies to break, and Emma bent over the table to take her shot. She made sure to do it in front of Killian, knowing her shorts would ride up. They may not be on the same team right now, but that didn't mean she couldn't torment him. One of the blue striped balls fell into a side pocket with a satisfying clunk. "Looks like we're stripes, Els."
Elsa surveyed the table. "Shouldn't be a problem."
"Played pool before, have ya?" Will asked derisively.
Elsa smiled. "Something like that."
What the boys didn't know was that Elsa had a pool table in her family's penthouse. Emma and Elsa spent a lot of time playing from the time they could reach the table. As the ladies sunk ball after ball, Emma could see Will getting more and more frustrated. Killian just smiled, not at all surprised.
"If I didn't know better, lass," Killian whispered in her ear, "I'd think you were a pool shark, love."
"Maybe I was in another life," she whispered back. "Your turn." She tried to remain unfazed when his shirt rode up, exposing his lower back. And god, his ass looked fantastic in those pants. Emma reached blindly for her drink—another rum and coke—and nearly dropped it. She had a feeling they were going to be up for a long time when they got home.
In the end, Emma and Elsa won the first game; Elsa sinking the 8 ball into the upper right pocket. Killian went to fetch them all another round, as Will racked the balls again. This game was fun in a different way since Emma and Killian were working together instead of against each other. But it did give them some time to cuddle in between turns, which was nice.
"One more," Will said, when the second game finished. He had yet to be on a winning team.
"Okay, I'm gonna run to the bathroom. Be right back." Emma hurried off, knowing the sooner the game started, the sooner she and Killian could go home. She was on her way back when her wrist got grabbed again. "Killian, we're gonna be home soon," she began as she turned around. Then she inhaled sharply and her eyes widened in disbelief.
It wasn't Killian.
"I never pegged you for anything so low brow, Emma," the voice she never really wanted to hear again drawled. "What would your mother say?"
Emma snatched back her arm, scowling. "She'd say that restraining orders can just as easily be gotten in Hawaii as in New York."
"Is that any way to talk to an old friend?" Neal was smiling—why she couldn't fathom, if looks could kill he'd already be dead—reaching up to brush her hair back. Emma instantly stepped back, a wave of revulsion crashing through her.
"We are not friends, Neal," she hissed. "I don't think we ever were."
"No, we were much more than that and you know it. Come on, don't you miss me? Just a little?"
"Let me think. Hell and no."
Neal grabbed her shoulder, tugging on Killian's plaid shirt. "Hanging out with the riffraff now? How sad."
Emma smacked him hard across the face. "Don't you ever say anything like that again. I hate you. Why can't you get that through your head?"
Neal held a hand to his cheek; she hoped it hurt. "You are such a bitch, Emma."
"Why, because I managed to see right through you? Why are you even here anyway?"
"My father owns the resort near here. He asked me to do its yearly inspection. I had heard a rumor you were here; I figured I'd kill two birds with one stone."
A trickle of fear and dread seeped down Emma's spine. There was only one resort in the area. It had never occurred to her that it might be one of Robert Gold's properties. That was just great. On the other hand...she might be able to use it to her advantage. But she could worry about that later.
"Stalking me now?" she shot back.
"I was hoping we could work things out," he said, his voice cajoling. She knew that voice, the one he used to try and control her and make it sound like her idea. The bastard.
"Everything okay here?" Emma let out a silent sigh of relief when she heard Killian's voice. She could handle Neal, but it was nice to know she wasn't alone.
"Not really, no," she said. "But I was just leaving."
"Emma?" Elsa's voice was concerned. Then she let out a snarl, a sound Emma had never heard before. "Neal! What the hell are you doing here? Get out!"
Killian exchanged a look with Emma, but remained silent. She tried to tell him with her eyes that it was okay, but she saw his jaw clench threateningly.
"It's a free country, Elsa," Neal shot back. "Ever all the way out here."
"I believe the lady asked ya to leave, mate." Emma was stunned to hear Will's voice join them, as he stood on Elsa's other side. Neal seemed to shrink, the weight of the four of them sapping his so called courage. He really was an ass.
"Go on, Neal," Emma said. "Surely you have somewhere else to be."
Neal scowled at her, but started to move. "Drinks are piss here anyway," he muttered as he left. Emma was even more flabbergasted to see him pick up his date—who was not his girlfriend Mulan—and head out the door. The asshole hadn't even paid his tab.
"Unbelievable."
Killian moved to stand in front of her. "Are you alright, love?" He gently stroked her cheek, his anger fading.
She leaned into his touch. "Yeah. I just can't believe he was here."
"Why though?" Elsa asked. "It doesn't make sense."
"Well, to stalk me for one," Emma said angrily. "Can you believe he wanted me to give him another chance?"
"Didn't he just leave here with a lass?" Will asked.
Emma snickered. "Yeah, and that wasn't his supposed girlfriend either. What an ass."
"But you've hardly given him the time of day for two years," Elsa said worriedly. "Why now?"
"That was only because I threatened him with a restraining order. Who knows what goes on in his demented brain? Like father, like son, I guess." The boys didn't understand that reference, but she was too wired to explain. "I know we were gonna play another game, but can we have a rain check? I kinda want to go home." She wanted to go home and let Killian make her forget that Neal even existed. For a little while.
"Of course, love," Killian said. He kissed her temple, then went to close out their tab.
Elsa hugged Emma. "You call if you need anything, okay? I'll be back at the bungalow. I think I'll call Anna and see if she knows what's going on."
"Would you mind getting some of my stuff together? I don't want to stay in the bungalow while he's here." Neal didn't know Killian, or where he lived, she'd feel much better at his apartment. The idea that she was giving Robert Gold—and by extension his son—some of her money made her skin crawl.
"Of course, Emma. I can bring it by Killian's tomorrow if you want."
"That would be great."
Killian came back, his arm going round her waist. "Ready, Swan?"
"Yeah." They all left together, Emma and Killian saying their good nights as he helped her into the Jeep. She was perfectly capable of doing it herself, but she didn't mind the extra attention. Seeing Neal had rattled her in a way she hadn't expected.
The drive back to Killian's was quiet, but he kept a hold of her hand the entire way. She was grateful that he wasn't pushing her to talk; Neal was the last thing she wanted to focus on at the moment. She wasn't the person she'd been when she was with him; she wasn't going to let him get to her. She was with Killian now and he loved her.
"Home sweet home," Killian quipped quietly as they stepped through the door to his apartment.
Emma smiled. "Yeah, it kinda is." She wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him tight, appreciating his solid presence. She buried her nose in the crook of his shoulder, inhaling his scent. It was familiar and soothing, salty and musky at the same time.
"Are you sure you're alright, lass?"
"I am now." She pulled her head up and looked at him. "Thanks."
"I didn't do anything, Swan."
"You're here. And that's all I really need right now. You." She cupped his cheek and kissed him, needing that spark, that connection they'd always had. Killian instinctively tightened his hold on her, pulling her flush against him. Emma kissed him harder, mewling softly, her body coming to life.
"Emma, love, are you..."
She nodded. "Yeah. I need you. I need us, okay?"
He thumbed her cheekbone. "Aye. Seeing the way he looked at you...it wasn't pleasant, darling."
Emma shivered. "No one is here except you and me. And I want you, Killian. Only you."
She hardly had a chance to suck in a breath before he was kissing her, deeply, thoroughly. He hoisted her up and moved them over to the door, her back hitting it with a soft thud. His hands stayed under her thighs, kneading the flesh where her shorts ended. Emma wrapped her legs around his waist tightly, dragging him to her. She ground her hips into his; she could feel him hardening, growing between her legs. He broke their kiss, leaving her panting, his lips moving to her neck, sucking on her skin greedily.
"I'm going to mark you, Swan," he growled, licking her fluttering pulse. "You're mine."
A wave of want rolled through her, settling at the apex of her thighs. "Please," she whined. She angled her head, giving him better access, mewling as his teeth scraped her skin. Her back arched as she fisted his hair, stoking the fire in her belly. A fire that would burn the unpleasant end to their evening right out of her.
She pulled on his shirt, her body undulating between Killian and the door, which shook in its frame. "Shhh, lass," Killian admonished. "Don't want to get interrupted, do we?" Frankly she was surprised Killian's neighbor's hadn't complained yet; they weren't exactly quiet when they had sex.
"Are you gonna tease me or fuck me?" Emma demanded.
"Both." He deftly unbuttoned the few on his shirt, peeling it from her body. "I do love when you wear my clothes, lass." He kissed a path over her collarbone, the thin strap of her camisole dropping to her arm. Emma dug her heels into his lower back, a loud moan tearing from her throat. She didn't even care; his lips on her skin was driving her crazy. Killian's mouth closed over her covered nipple, sucking on it through the fabric. "Christ, you've got nothing under this. Did you even bother with knickers?"
"Why don't you check and see?" she panted.
Killian growled again, rubbing his scruff over the swell of her breast. Emma groaned, shivering. It felt so good when he teased her with the scratch and burn of his scruff. He pulled the camisole down until it bunched around her waist, exposing her completely. "I'll bet you didn't," he mumbled. "Such a naughty thing, you are." He licked at one puckered peak, teasing her, a fresh wave of lush shooting through her. He teased her nipple until it was pink and tender, leaving another mark. Emma could hardly remember which way was up, which was exactly what she wanted. She wanted to forget everything except him.
Killian covered her mouth with his, kissing her tenderly, stealing her breath all the same. He disentangled her legs from his waist, pulling away only to draw his shirt over his head. Emma immediately brought her hands to his broad chest, watching him shiver when she flicked his nipples. "Bloody minx," he muttered, his hands on her waist.
Emma just smiled, leaning in to kiss his skin. She followed the path down to the waistband of his pants, palming the impressive bulge there. Killian hissed, bracing his hands on the door. Emma looked up at his face; his eyes were locked on her, the irises nearly swallowed in black. Two could play this teasing game. She knelt in front of him, kissing and licking around his navel as she worked his pants open. She slipped her hand inside, giving him a firm stroke. "All this for me?" she asked, still teasing him.
"Aye. Only you, love," he bit out. He rocked his hips into her hand, hoping for more friction. "Swan, please."
Emma grinned, pushing his pants over his hips. Killian toed off his shoes and she finished stripping him, leaving him gloriously naked before her. She rolled back on her knees to admire him, the course hair, the lean muscles, the thick cock. She skimmed her hands up his legs until she palmed his balls, rolling them in her hand. Killian hissed and bucked, his body quivering with barely restrained desire. Emma rose up, lightly licking the underside of his cock, relishing his groan of satisfaction. She took him into her hand, stroking and twisting, bringing the head to her lips.
"Bloody hell," Killian cursed, hips bucking into her hand. Emma took him into her mouth, opening wide, taking as much as she could. This was as much for him as for her, both of them needing the reminder that they belonged only to each other. She bobbed her head slowly, licking and swirling her tongue, teasing the sensitive spot just below the head. More curses tumbled from his lips, one hand tightening in her hair. She hollowed out her cheeks, sucking him in earnest until he begged her to stop. She released him with a soft pop, licking her lips.
Killian's harsh breathing filled the air as he tried to regain some semblance of control. "Get up here," he panted, pulling a little on her hair.
Emma grinned smugly, rising to her feet. Killian pressed her back against the door, faster than she expected, crushing his mouth to hers. "Do you want me in you, love?" he asked, pulling on her shorts.
"Yes." The ache between her legs was nearly unbearable. She brought his hands to the fly of her shorts; together they got her out of them. Killian growled dangerously when he realized he'd been right all along; she wasn't wearing any underwear. There was a wet spot in the denim, but it didn't matter. Emma cried out as his fingers slid through her slickness, coating his fingers.
"So wet for me," he breathed. "Fuck."
"Hurry," she urged. "Please." Killian started to move, intent on finding a condom no doubt, but Emma stopped him. "No. I want you. No barriers."
Killian sobered, tipping her chin up. "Are you certain?"
"Yeah." She tapped the tiny scar on her arm where her implant was. "See?"
"I always wondered what that was." They were both healthy. Emma had been there when he got the call from the hospital after he hit his head, much to his embarrassment, but she hadn't said anything. It hadn't felt like the right time. Now it did.
Gently, she pulled his mouth back to hers, kissing him fervently. She knew this was a big step they were taking, but she was sure. She was his and he was hers. And she'd fight to keep him. She yelped when Killian's arms came around and lifted her up, nudging her legs around his hips. Emma mewled when she felt him, warm and thick and throbbing, sliding along her slit. He always felt good, but this was somehow more, hotter, scorching. She clung to his neck, rolling her hips, needing more of that feeling.
"Oh," she breathed, breaking for air. "Oh."
"Fucking Christ," Killian cursed. "Swan..."
"I'm ready." Killian's hand slipped between them and then he was there, sliding thickly, filling her up. She locked her eyes with his; she saw the same awe and need that she felt. She stared at him as he started moving, just shallow thrusts, basking in the sensation of feeling.
"Please tell me you feel that," Killian whispered, burying his head in her shoulder. "Fuck."
"I do. God." She rolled her hips, getting impatient now. "Move."
Killian groaned, hands tightening on her ass. "Hold on," he advised, snapping his hips roughly into hers. Emma cried out, nails digging into his shoulders as he moved, her lower back banging into the door. It was unbelievable, finally feeling him, knowing what this really felt like. He stretched her in all the best ways, making her feel full. She pulled her legs tighter on his waist, locking her ankles, and he slipped in further, hitting her where she needed him so badly.
Emma bit his shoulder to muffle her shout; the door still rattling. Killian lifted her higher, his arms straining, his strokes getting less and less controlled. "Touch yourself," he gasped. "I want to feel you so much, Emma."
She snaked her hand between their sweat slicked bodies, unerringly finding her clit. Her body shuddered as she rubbed the sensitive bundle, short quick strokes that would have her flying in moments. Killian swallowed her scream with a kiss, holding her as she orgasmed. She was still coming when she felt him, warm and wet inside her, coating her insides with his release. Emma shivered, tremors wracking her, skin tingling from her amazing high.
Killian trembling with the effort it was taking to hold her up; Emma managed to unlock her legs and lower them to the floor. She slumped against the door instead, needing a moment to catch her breath. It wasn't long before she felt the cooling stickiness between her thighs.
"We should get you cleaned up, lass," Killian murmured, kissing her brow.
"Mmhmm." She led him lead her to the bathroom, making no protest when he wet a washcloth and cleaned them both up.
"You still with me, Swan?"
She looked up at him; he looked concerned even though there was no reason to be. "Yeah. I'm fine. What about you?"
"No second thoughts?"
"Nope. Do you?" Suddenly, she was worried. She hadn't pushed him too far, had she?
"With you? Never." He kissed her mouth sweetly, brushing her hair behind her ear. "Bed?"
"I'm not sleepy."
Killian grinned mischievously. "I'm not either. But I think what I've got planned will be much more comfortable in the bed."
"That so?" She stood up on her toes, kissing him soundly. "Race ya." She ducked around him and was off like a shot, dashing for the bed. Killian caught her around the waist, sending them giggling and screeching into the bed. The abrupt end of their night was long forgotten.
Killian turned, hovering between awake and asleep, kicking haphazardly at the covers. He grunted softly when he settled on his side, instinctively reaching out for the warm body next to him. Emma hummed, stirring a little, stretching her legs out. Killian slipped his knee between hers, arm thrown over her stomach. He buried his nose in her hair, inhaling the scent of his shampoo.
He must have fallen asleep again, soothed by her warmth, because it was light out when he opened his eyes again. Emma had rolled onto her back, still in his arms, her face relaxed in sleep. She looked calm, peaceful, which Killian was thankful for, especially after the encounter last night. If he made her feel safe, then he was happy.
His stomach rumbled, a testament to more enjoyable activities in the wee hours of the night. Killian groaned and brushed a soft kiss to Emma's shoulder. He didn't want to leave her, but he thought it would be nice to greet her with breakfast when she woke. And if she wanted to talk about her ex, then he'd listen. He can't imagine that had been a pleasant experience for her.
As quietly as he could, he rolled out of bed, heading for the dresser to get some clean boxers. Killian chuckled, realizing that their clothes were still scattered by the door. He went to get them, tossing them in the hamper; he'd have to do laundry soon. Well, he had the day off, so he could probably squeeze it in. Next was breakfast and coffee, bacon and eggs today as it was all he had left. Probably time for a grocery run too, he noted with a sigh. He hoped Emma didn't mind running some errands today.
He heard a groan and some shuffling; Emma was awake. He stepped over to the coffeemaker, pouring her a cup, adding sugar just the way she liked it. He had it ready for her as she stepped into the kitchen. "Morning, sweetheart."
She offered him a sleepy smile, accepting the cup. "You're the best," she said, voice slightly scratchy. Killian hid his grin, knowing that he was the reason her voice was so hoarse. He turned back to his cooking, finishing the eggs. He heaped bacon and eggs onto two plates, swinging them around to the little sidebar. He grabbed his own coffee, taking a seat on the stool next to her.
"Sleep well, love?"
Emma glanced at him, her cheeks faintly pink. "Yeah. But you knew that already." She elbowed him lightly in the ribs. "You did too."
"Aye, I've gotten quite accustomed to having a gorgeous lass in my bed, Swan."
Emma rolled her eyes, taking a bite of her eggs. "Speaking of, um, how would you feel if I crashed here for a few days? Elsa's bringing some of my things."
"That's fine. Any reason why?"
"I think you know why."
"That bleeding prat who flew thousands of miles just to stalk you?"
"Well, it wasn't just for that, but yeah. He doesn't know who you are, so the odds of him tracking me here aren't good."
"He bloody well better not. Or he'll get more than a good tongue lashing. Which you handled very well, I must say."
Emma munched on some bacon. "Thanks. Although if he hadn't left when he did I might have punched him in the face."
"I wouldn't have stopped you, the bloody wanker."
Emma chewed her lip worriedly. "His dad owns The Crocodile."
Killian's brow furrowed. "What?"
"That was my reaction too. But it makes sense. Robert Gold owns properties all over the place; most of them he doesn't manage himself, he's got people for that. He just wracks in the cash from them. He's very arrogant, very well connected. He and my dad have gotten into more than one standoff. He's vile."
"A trait he seems to have passed along to his son."
Emma sighed. "I wish I had known that years ago."
"It's not your fault, love." He reached over and took her hand, squeezing gently. "So what does this mean?" Judging by her worried face, he knew it was more than just him she was concerned about.
"Well, it definitely complicates my pitch to Regina," she replied, running her fingers through her sleep tangled hair. "If we invite the cream of New York society to The Crocodile, you can bet Gold will be among them."
"And I technically work for him." Which meant that no matter what happened, Killian would be unable to attend. The thought killed him; he wanted to be there. Not just because it was a cause he cared about, but because it was important to Emma. He wanted to see her realize her ambition.
"It's not fair," she grumbled. "I wanted you to be there."
"I did too." He poked at his eggs, thinking. There had to be a way. If he'd learned anything being with Emma, it was that anything was possible. They just had t use their imaginations. "Let's think this through, love. You want to have a themed event, right?" She nodded. "Well, what about a masked ball? We'd be there, only not as ourselves."
Her eyes lit up. "Do you really think that could work?"
He smiled too, excited. "Aye. It could be fun too, don't you think?"
She cocked her head, eyes narrowing. He recognized it as the look she got when she was deep in thought. "I like it. It'll be a bitch to pull off in such a short window..."
"You give Regina enough money and she could have it done overnight."
"Well, I don't know about that," Emma countered. "But I was thinking early August? That would give us six weeks?"
"I think that would be plenty of time. You'll have to meet with her soon though."
Emma nodded. "I'll call her office tomorrow, set up a meeting. I might be on the phone a lot tomorrow," she sighed. "Oh well."
"Remind me to get those numbers for you before I go into work."
Emma leaned in and kissed him firmly. "You're amazing, Killian. Seriously."
Now he was blushing. "It's not much. You'll be doing all the hard work. I'm just tagging along."
She shook her head. "I wouldn't even have had this idea if it wasn't for you," she argued. "Thank you."
He smiled faintly, wondering just what he'd done to get her into his life. "What shall we do today?"
Emma shoveled more eggs into her mouth. "I know it might be asking a lot after what happened last night, but I was wondering...I'd like to call my parents. I could show them my idea and...introduce you to them?" She glanced at him nervously.
Killian swallowed, a shiver running down his spine. "You want to introduce me to your parents?" Logically, he knew it would have to happen eventually, particularly if he wanted to stay with her. They hadn't really talked about what would happen when summer was over. He had to go back to school and Emma...well, who knew? If she could get her project going, then she could stay on the island. He wanted that. Selfishly, he desperately wanted that. But he'd never ask it of her.
"Well, yeah. Is that a bad thing?"
"No, no. I just...didn't expect it, that's all."
"We don't have to," she said hurriedly.
"You should talk to them. And if things go well, I'll be meeting them in person eventually, yeah?"
She smiled. "Yeah. I'd like that actually."
"Confident in my devilishly handsome charms, Swan?"
She rolled her eyes. "Nah. I just want to see my dad threaten you."
Killian nearly choked on his bacon. Surely she was joking. No one actually did that anymore. This wasn't medieval times with knights and swords. And Emma was a grown woman, perfectly capable of making her own decisions.
But then again, he'd never had to face a father before, avoiding relationships the way he had.
He was screwed.