Author's note: Well, this is kind of a two for one chapter? Double sexy times? One planned, the other NOT planned. But the muse wants what the muse wants and I do NOT argue with my muse. And hey, they're hot mid twenty somethings! Who cares? Anyway, lots of OTHER things in this one too. I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: Whole lotta nope.
Chapter 9
Emma stood in the laundry room of Killian's building, contemplating. It had seemed simple enough when she volunteered to put in a load; they both needed some clean things, as Elsa still hadn't brought her bag yet. But now as she stood in front of the washing machine...she was stumped.
She had a degree in business from one the country's best universities and she couldn't run a washing machine. How unbelievably sad was that?
She looked from the laundry basket to the machine, her brow creased in frustration. She examined the dial, and the instructions on the lid, trying to figure out what to do. She really didn't want to admit that she needed help; she was stubborn that way. Did she need the gentle cycle? The normal cycle? Hot water? Cold water? Lukewarm water? Did she throw everything into the machine?
Emma hadn't even seen a washing machine in person until college; her family had servants who did all that. Even here in Hawaii, she hadn't stooped to doing her own laundry. She kinda regretted that now. Just another instance of Emma the poor little rich girl.
Sometimes she wondered why Killian bothered with her.
"Swan?"
Emma sighed. "Come to check on me?"
"I did wonder what was keeping you."
She knew he was only trying to be nice, but still, frustration flared in her chest. "Do you think I can't handle a simple load of laundry? Am I that pathetic to you?"
"I said not such thing, love."
"Yeah, but you were thinking it." She turned away, rifling through the basket randomly.
"I'll have you know I was not," Killian shot back. "What's gotten into you?"
Emma growled, shoving at the basket angrily. "Your girlfriend can't do the laundry. Are you happy now?"
She felt Killian wrap his arms around her waist. "Something's vexing you, therefore I am not happy," he whispered gently.
Emma felt her attitude drain out of her at the feel of his warmth. She leaned her head to his. "Sorry, I hate not knowing things."
He squeezed her, fingers weaving together over her stomach. "Never done your own laundry, Swan?"
"Are you gonna laugh when I say no?"
She felt his cheeks plump as he grinned. "I would never."
Emma tried not to laugh, but she couldn't help it. A barking laugh tumbled from her lips. "God, I am so pathetic."
"On the contrary, darling. You're willing to try new things, that's the opposite of pathetic."
"But someone my age should know how to laundry, Killian."
"You were raised in a different world, love. You can't change that. And I wouldn't want you to."
"You just like the amusement this gives you."
"It is right entertaining, I'll not deny." He kissed her cheek. "Look at everything you've done since you've come here. You cook. You're on the cusp of getting a multi-million dollar project off the ground, you've got a charming beau." Emma laughed. "You came here to change your life and you're doing it. That's nothing to sneeze at, sweetheart."
Emma pressed her lips together, thinking; she knew he was right. She was being ridiculous. It was just laundry, for God's sake. Snapping at Killian wasn't fair. "Help me?"
"Gladly." He gave her one final squeeze then let her go. He picked the basket up and placed it on the floor. "First, we'll separate the colors from the whites and the towels," he explained. Emma followed his lead; it didn't take them long. He showed her how to load the washer, put in the detergent and select the setting. "Just turn it and pull. It'll ring when it's done."
Well, that was easy enough. "How long will it take?"
Killian shrugged. "Forty five minutes or so, I think. I've never really timed it."
"You just turn up and it's done?"
He grinned "Something like that. Although more than once I've simply forgotten it was here and Old Mrs. Crag has come to fetch me."
"So even the great Killian Jones isn't perfect," she teased. "I'll have to remember that."
"I never claimed to be perfect, love."
Emma rolled her eyes. "Come on, we've got some other things to get done today."
Killian raised a curious brow. "Are you stalling, Swan?"
"No!" she cried defensively. "Do you want to talk to my parents wearing a ratty UH t-shirt?"
Killian plucked at the shirt she was wearing. "I think you have us confused, darling. And none of my clothes are ratty. Your NYU shirt on the other hand..."
"Shut up. I love that shirt."
"And you look very fetching in it."
Emma crossed her arms. Damn him for seeing right through her. For all her desire to introduce him to her parents, she was still a bit freaked out about it. She didn't want him to get hurt. She had no idea what her parents'—her mother especially—reactions would be. "Fine. I'm stalling. Happy?"
"It'll be okay, love." He brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. "We'll do it together."
She grinned. "Okay, but we really should wait." She dug out her phone and checked the time. "My mom is probably out with her society friends right now. It's afternoon in New York."
Killian nodded. "Very well. Since you're going to be staying for the foreseeable future, we should go do some shopping. The cupboard's nearly bare."
"Okay. I'll shoot Elsa a text and let her know."
"Maybe one to your father as well? Do you really want to catch him unawares?"
"How'd you get to be so smart?"
"It's a natural talent." He booped her nose then headed for the stairwell. Emma followed him, quickly typing a text to Elsa. She paused before sending one to her dad; Killian really was right, she should give him some warning. She bit her lip, fingers flying over the screen.
Have any plans tonight?
It only took a few moments for her dad to respond. Nothing that can't be changed. Any special reason?
Emma laughed. Her dad understood her well; she wouldn't be asking randomly. Can't I check in?
You seem to be getting on pretty well, sweetheart.
Emma slipped on her shoes, nodding at Killian. I am. But I would really like to call. Skype in a few hours?
The length of time it took for her dad to reply showed how surprised he was. Videocalling wasn't his favorite thing and she knew it. Sure. Your mother too?
Yeah.
Okay. Talk to you later then.
Emma signed off, following Killian down to the Jeep. When they got back from shopping, she'd send her dad an email with her proposal attached.
"Everything alright, Swan?"
"Yeah. I let my dad know I wanted to talk."
"That's good." He smiled at her before turning his attention back to the road.
Shopping was another adventure altogether. But it was a very domestic venture. Emma had never really expected to like domestic things; she was so focused on trying to get her career going. She found that she did though. She liked teasing Killian about buying the sugary kids cereal. She liked thinking about which recipes in her cookbook she wanted to try next.
And when they got back to his apartment, she liked putting her body wash and shampoo next to his in the shower.
It felt like home. Or perhaps, Killian felt like home.
To kill time, they turned on the Netflix, watching a documentary on the ocean and its creatures, even though it made Killian grumble about the inaccuracies. Emma chuckled every time he did so; his indignation was adorable.
"It's not funny, Swan," he groused. He was gently massaging her shoulders and neck, silently soothing her latent nerves about their upcoming call to her parents.
Emma leaned back into his touch, stifling a groan as he worked out a knot in her neck. "It's a little funny," she countered. "When you host the documentary, then you can do it your way."
"Me? Are you sure you're not still a tad inebriated from last night?"
Emma turned to look at him from her spot on the floor. "I am not and you know it. Why couldn't you? You're intelligent, well spoken. You know what you're talking about. You could be like that astrophysicist, Neil deGrasse Tyson."
"Swan, I don't even have my degree yet. And why would I want to be on the telly anyway?"
"Well, you are rather photogenic," she pointed out, thinking of the adorable picture she had of him on her phone. "The accent alone would keep people riveted to their couches."
"Are you mocking me, love?"
"No! It was just a thought. Sheesh." She turned back around, intending to rewind the part of the program they'd missed. She actually had been watching it. But Killian took the remote out of her hand.
"Emma."
"What?"
"Look at me, please."
She rolled her eyes, but did as he asked. "Yeah?"
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"For taking your suggestion in a manner you probably didn't intend."
"What could I have intended?"
He patted the seat next to him and Emma scrambled up into it. Killian gently took her hand between his, lightly massaging the back of it. "That I wasn't ambitious enough for you."
Her face fell. She'd never thought that. He had so much of his life worked out already, especially compared to her. How...? "Killian, I..."
"Let me finish. All I've ever wanted was to sail, work with the animals, do some good. I've lived so long keeping my expectations low, living from day to day. The future wasn't something I was truly focused on. Until I met you."
"Oh." None of this made sense to her. "I didn't...mean to screw anything up."
Killian looked askance at her. "Love, you haven't screwed anything up. You made me realize just how much I was missing. And to see you inspired by the sea the way I have, makes me want so much more than I even deserve. So much that I don't imagine myself alone anymore."
"You don't?"
Killian chuckled in disbelief. "Haven't I made that obvious? I am in love with you, Emma."
Emma felt her heart stutter in her chest, something very like panic seizing her. The words were out there. He'd said them. He was in love with her. Emma stared into his brilliant blue eyes, unable to speak. She knew she should. She felt what he felt. Had for a while. But actions always spoke louder than words. Emma launched herself at him, covering his mouth with hers, swallowing his gasp of surprise. He guided her into his lap, straddling his hips, crushing her to his chest. Emma felt a giddy happiness wash through her, settling right over her heart.
This was different than before. This was real.
Emma was smiling when they had to break for air, their foreheads touching. Her eyes were closed, a tad paranoid that all this was a figment of her imagination.
"Swan?" Killian stroked her back, fingers combing through her hair.
Emma opened her eyes. "I'm here."
Killian grinned. "Aye, you are. And in one of my favorite spots."
"I do wind up here a lot, huh?"
"Almost like you belong there." He sounded a little nervous, a little hesitant and hopeful?
Emma licked her lips. "Maybe I do." She smiled, then brushed her lips to his, with more kisses to his cheek and jaw, just under his ear. "Especially since I'm in love with you too."
She said it into his ear, her lips brushing the shell. She could feel him shiver under her. "Bloody hell." Killian buried his head in her neck, mouth latching on sucking greedily at her skin. Emma mewled in pleasure, her head falling back. Killian yanked on the neck of her (his) shirt, exposing more flesh, tongue licking at her collar. He lit a fire in her belly, love and passion lashing every nerve. Emma arched her back, grinding her hips down into his.
Killian hissed, teeth scraping her skin. He slid the strap of her bra off, frantically working the buttons free on her shirt. He nudged the cup down with his nose, licking the curve of her breast. Emma's hands dived into his hair, intent on keeping him there, suckling her aching nipple.
"Tell me I can have you, Emma," he growled into her skin. "Please."
Emma rolled her hips again, feeling him hot and heavy between her legs. She nodded furiously. She needed him inside her, needed to feel him with the words spoken. She started jerking at her shorts, working to get them off.
He stilled her hands. "Say it, love." His voice was dark and decadent, all seduction. But she could see the love shining in his eyes.
"I'm yours," she said, her voice trembling a little. "Have me, Killian."
He growled again, kissing her hard and deep. Emma clung to him, need burning in her veins. Killian pushed her shirt and bra off her other shoulder so it bunched in her elbows. Emma shamelessly rubbed her sharp peaks against his chest, the burn so, so good.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous." Killian eased her onto her back, laying her out on the couch. He kissed her stomach as he removed her shorts and panties, dragging both down her legs. He kissed her inner thighs, scruff scratching, avoiding the place where she needed him most. "You're soaked, lass. I love how wet you get for me."
Emma whined in frustration. "Killian, please. I need you."
He nodded, making quick work of his shorts, chucking them over his shoulder. Emma sucked her lower lip into her mouth, watching as he removed his boxers, cock springing free. Fuck, she wanted him. Killian crawled over her, licking a path up her torso. Emma felt him nudging her entrance and she spread her legs wider to accommodate him. She inhaled sharply as he pushed into her, still not quite used to the lack of barrier. She stretched around him deliciously, her body welcoming him in.
"Yes," she breathed, cupping his face in her hands and kissing him. "Oh fuck yes."
Killian gave her a sharp thrust, rocking her deeper into the couch. "Fuck."
Emma hooked her feet around his legs, rolling her hips. "More. Feels so good."
Killian nodded, taking her at a deep steady pace. Almost as if he didn't want the moment to end. Emma arched her back, a cry of pleasure spilling from her lips. Her hands curled behind his neck, dragging him down to her lips. She kissed him thoroughly, wanting him flush against her. Killian pawed her breast, twisting the nipple, relishing her surprised cry.
"I love you," he murmured, in between kisses. "Christ, I love you so much."
Emma bucked and nodded, her release coiling tighter and tighter in her belly. "Faster," she pleaded.
Killian did as she asked, taking her with rapid, desperate plunges, so much like their first time. She cried out her approval, fingers in his hair, pulling on the short strands. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, almost pulling her under, her body taut and shaking, walls gripping him hard. Killian roared right after, pushing through it, spilling deep within her. Emma quaked in his hold, reeling from the aftershocks.
Killian kissed her lips, her cheek, her brow. He couldn't stop kissing her, not that she was complaining. She finally slumped back into the couch, body overheated and sensitive. Still, she made a tiny sound of protest when he slipped from her, easing his head down to her chest, over her heart.
"Love you," she said when she got a bit of her breath back.
"Hmm, that sounds good."
"Yeah, it does." Almost as if an invisible weight was removed. She combed her fingers through his hair, smiling when he started purring again. "If we stay here much longer, I'm going to stain your couch."
"Your point?"
"Do you want your friends to know we had sex on your couch?"
"Swan, I'm fairly certain the list of places we haven't had sex is shorter."
A flush crept up her chest. "Should I be flattered by that?"
"Oh yes. It's a testament to your irresistibility."
"That's not a word."
"I'm making it a word. Because it's what I feel for you. In every way, you are irresistible, my love."
"I don't feel that way."
"That's because you've been around daft ponces who wouldn't know a real woman if she danced naked in front of them."
"I'm so glad I didn't do that," she teased.
"As am I. You belong with me."
Emma felt a sudden lump form in her throat; the truth of that knocking her breathless. She didn't belong to him; she belonged to herself. But she did want to be with him, side by side, facing whatever came at them. Some people would think they'd fallen in love insanely fast, but Emma knew better. She knew what love wasn't. It wasn't what she had with Neal. She'd known him most of her life and when she let him in, it led to nothing but pain.
Being with Killian wasn't painful. It was amazing. It was light and hopeful; he saw her, Emma, and he loved her. It was an incredible gift that she hoped she never took for granted.
"Swan?"
Emma took a deep breath, trying to reign in her emotions. "I just...I just love you, okay? I never expected it, but I'm so glad this is how things turned out. For both of us."
Killian leaned down and kissed her soundly. "Let's get you cleaned up, shall we?"
Their blissful bubble got shattered a few minutes hater with a sharp knock on the door. Emma was so startled that she instantly tried to cover herself, even though she was perched on the vanity in the bathroom, far from prying eyes.
"Who the bloody hell could that be?" Killian groused.
"Probably Elsa," Emma replied. "I asked her to bring some of my stuff, remember?"
Their visitor knocked again. "I suppose I should go get that then."
"Unless you want whoever it is to seem me naked."
Killian's eyes darkened. "Stay right here, lass." He kissed her briefly, then headed toward the living room.
"Put something on!" Emma hissed at his retreating back. She didn't want anyone to see him either. Emma heard the rustle of fabric and a low curse before Killian opened the door. He spoke briefly to Elsa—Emma would know that laugh anywhere—and the door closed again. Emma felt fleetingly guilty that she didn't speak to Elsa herself, but she was in no state to be talking to anyone. Killian could get decently dressed faster than her.
They were lucky Elsa hadn't shown up any earlier.
Killian returned, wearing his shorts. "Elsa says hello. And if she forgot something to call and she'll bring it round."
"That all?"
"You mean did she comment on my state of undress? No, love. Unless you wish to shout our...escapades from the rooftops?"
Emma reached out, dragging him between her legs by his belt loops. "I think I'd rather keep you all to myself," she said with a smirk, fingers stroking his skin.
"Greedy lass, aren't you?"
She nodded. "Yep. You got a problem with that?"
He kissed the corner of her mouth. "No problem whatsoever."
Emma ducked her head to capture his lips, sighing into the kiss, toes curling in pleasure. It was a while before they left the bathroom.
"Swan, it's fine. Really."
Emma shook her head. "The fabric's still stained," she pointed out, shaking the shirt at him. "How is that fine?"
"Sometimes stains don't come out. It's not the end of the world." Killian took the shirt and hung it up. "I'll just get a new one. We can keep this one here for you."
"You want me to wear a stained shirt?"
"Love, do you ever wear my clothes long?" The chocolate stain from their dessert in Honolulu wasn't even that noticeable. It was still fine for wearing around the apartment.
She flushed. "That's not the point."
Killian put his hands over hers, stopping her from folding a towel. "I'm making it the point. It's just a shirt, sweetheart. And it carries a good memory now."
"So not bad for a first try then?"
"Definitely not." He squeezed her fingers and went back to helping her fold. It was their last task before calling her parents, and Killian sensed that they were both a bit nervous. Hence Emma's fixation on his shirt. All Killian knew about them was what Emma had told him; they wouldn't know him from a bloody hole in the wall. And no doubt not believe he was good enough for their daughter.
Since Killian privately believed that himself, he thought it best to expect it.
But she loved him. He knew that now. Had actually heard her say the words. He lost his head in his excitement, which wasn't difficult when she was just as eager as he. She was glorious, all soft curves and sweet moans, falling apart under him, taking him with her. Above all with love shining in her eyes.
Stop that, he castigated himself. You're about to speak to the woman's father, you prat.
He tried to ignore the nervous twitch in his stomach, but it was hard. He'd never had to do this before, speak to the parents of a woman he was courting. Hell, until Emma, he'd never truly courted anyone, not wanting the distraction. But she'd come barreling into his life, turning everything he thought he knew upside down.
And he couldn't be happier about it.
"Ready?" Emma asked, adjusting the outfit she'd chosen. It was rather more demure than she'd ever worn before, covering more of her than he liked. But she was still beautiful.
"Why do I suddenly feel like I'm underdressed?" Killian was wearing khaki shorts, t-shirt, vest.
"It's a Skype call, babe," Emma reminded him, smoothing her hands over his vest. "You look great." In fact, she reached up into his hair, mussing it on purpose. "Perfect."
"Because you mussed my hair?"
"It reminds me of the day we met. Well, the second time anyway. Artfully mussed definitely works for you."
"I'll keep that in mind."
Emma smiled and took his hand. They moved over to his desk, pulling up one of the stools from the kitchen. She booted up her laptop and waited, tapping her finger impatiently on the plastic. Skype opened automatically; several of Emma's contacts appeared to be online. She tapped on an icon to open the call. Killian nudged the stool closer to her, trying to get them both in the webcam's field of view.
"Dad?" Emma asked, once the window was open. The room on the other end appeared to be paneled, painting of a castle by the sea hanging on the wall. "Dad, you guys there?"
An older man came into view, dirty blonde hair just beginning to gray. He was lean and fit, dressed in an expensive looking polo shirt. He had Emma's nose, the shape of her eyes. "Emma?" the man said. "You know I hate these things."
Emma laughed. "Yeah, I know. But I wanted you to meet someone." She examined the screen, squinting. "Where's Mom?"
The man sighed. "She's on her way. She got an unexpected call from the Mayor's office."
"The Mayor?"
"His daughter's getting married. I think his wife wants your mother's opinion on caterers or something."
"She would be the person to ask." Emma smiled fondly at the screen. "It's good to see you, Dad."
"Having a good time?"
"Yeah. I really am actually." She looked at Killian and grinned, "Best vacation ever."
"I'm here! Don't start without me!" a female voice crackled over the call. Killian couldn't hep but chuckle; the woman did not sound as fearsome as Emma had described. "I swear I have told Ella a thousand times Hugo's is the best catering in town. But does she listen? No." A chair scraped over the floor, then a petite raven haired woman came into view. She looked a bit like a pixie, dainty and beautiful, sharing Emma's green eyes and sweet smile. "There you are, Emma. When are you coming home?"
Killian saw Emma cringe and he took her hand, rubbing the back soothingly.
"Mary Margaret, you could at least say hello first."
"Hi, Mom," Emma said, her grip tightening ever so slightly on Killian's hand.
"I've not seen or heard from you in weeks," her mother chided. "And all I get is 'hi, mom'?"
"Honey, I explained this to you. She just needed to get away from the city for a little while," Emma's father said.
"I still don't see why, David," Mary Margaret said stubbornly. It reminded Killian strongly of Emma.
Emma squared her shoulders, looking as determined as Killian had ever seen her. "Mom, Dad, I actually wanted you to meet someone. Hopefully, we can do this better soon, but," she pulled Killian closer to her and he came willingly. "This is my boyfriend, Killian Jones."
Her parents stared at them through the screen and Killian cleared his throat awkwardly. "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Nolan. Emma's told me a lot about you." It was only partly a lie.
Mary Margaret narrowed her eyes. "You went all the way to Hawaii for a boy?" she said harshly. "Emma, I expected better from you."
Emma's green eyes flared with anger. "I did not come here for a boy, Mom. Killian lives here. We met not long after I got here." Which was true. Sort of.
"Hello, Killian," David said, looking much friendlier than his wife. "I think we can assume from your accent you're not from Hawaii?"
Killian shook his head. "No, sir. I'm from England originally. Moved here some years ago to pursue my degree in marine biology."
"You sail?"
Killian smiled. "Indeed. I've got my own boat; Emma's been out with me a time or two."
"Killian's teaching me to navigate by the stars," she informed her father. "It's harder than it looks."
"You'll get it, Swan," he said affectionately. "You just need some more practice."
"And how is she supposed to get this practice when she's coming home?" Mary Margaret complained.
"Mom..."
"This fantasy of yours has gone on long enough, young lady. Boys and sailing. What are you thinking?"
"I'm happy here, Mom," Emma said clearly. "Happier than I've been in a long time. And I'm an adult, not a child. If I want to stay then I will."
Mary Margaret stormed off in a huff. Killian could hear her furious pacing in the background. David moved to the center of the screen, trying to take up the slack in the conversation. The three of the chatted about nonsense for some minutes, studiously ignoring the proverbial elephant in the room.
"Dad, did you get my email?"
David's face brightened. "I did. It's a very ambitious idea, Emma."
"I think it's brilliant," Killian put in. He knew how important this was to Emma. "The Nolan name could just be the thing to cut through some of the politics."
"Do you think so?" David asked.
"Sir, I've been here a while. Interned as an undergrad. There's so much that could be done, if the right person could spearhead it. Emma's got some really great ideas. She just needs a boost to get the ball rolling."
David cocked his head, just like Emma did when she was thinking. "First, Killian, I think you should call me David. Sir sounds like your talking to Mary Margaret's father." Killian smiled. "Second, it is an excellent proposal. I think I could have a small staff out there by the end of the summer..."
"I want to do it myself," Emma interjected firmly. "It is my idea after all."
"Emma, starting a multi million dollar company, non-profit or not, is not an easy thing."
"I know that. But all I've ever wanted was to have a chance. I really think I can do this, Dad. I just need you to trust me."
David looked thoughtful. "Trust and a few million dollars."
Emma flushed. "Well, yeah. About that..."
"Absolutely not," Mary Margaret said, coming back into the shot. "I will not have you squandering the company's money, Emma."
"With all due respect, honey, you left the running of Nolan Tech to me."
"You're not seriously considering this?"
"I want to hear what our daughter had to say. You should too."
Mary Margaret's mouth opened, then promptly shut. Emma took the opportunity to explain the ball, to drum up publicity and investors, and gain the trust of the reserves. Killian was very proud of her as she spoke; her voice becoming stronger and more confident. She had given this a lot of thought, more than she'd told even him.
When she finished, David was smiling. "A ball right under Gold's nose? I think you might be onto something, Emma."
"You know he'll probably be here, right?"
"Of course. But it will be my daughter stealing the limelight right out from under him."
"Having a masked ball was Killian's idea actually," Emma informed him, glancing at Killian fondly. He looked at her in surprise, not expecting or needing any credit. He just wanted to be there.
"Really? Are you sure you majored in the right thing, Killian?"
Killian blushed. "Aye. I belong at sea, David, not the boardroom. I'll leave that in Emma's capable hands."
"You're awfully confident for someone who just met her," Mary Margaret said quietly.
"I don't need to have known her long to value her intelligence. Emma is smart and very determined. I believe in her. I truly think she can make a difference."
Silence reigned for a long minute. Emma fiddled with the hem of her blouse nervously. Then she took a deep breath. "How about a trade? You help me with this, and I'll...I'll come to Gold's charity thing at the end of the summer. Play the dutiful daughter one last time."
Mary Margaret's green eyes sparkled. "I think that's fair. Don't you agree, David?"
David looked from his wife to his daughter, the wheels turning in his head. "Okay," he agreed at last. "You'll have our full backing, Emma. I've been meaning to increase our Pacific presence anyway."
Emma's face lit up. "Thank you! You won't regret it, I swear."
Killian wanted to warn her about making promises she couldn't keep, but he didn't have the heart to ruin her joy. David and Emma talked more particulars; David agreeing to have the family lawyer draw up the legal documents. Emma would surely have a meeting with Regina this week and soon Killian would have to share her with her new job.
He wasn't sure how he felt about that.
Then again, he always felt bad about leaving her to her own devices while he worked. Perhaps it was only right that Emma find a job of her own. Especially one she wanted as badly as this.
They ended the call a little while later, Emma exhaling loudly as she closed the laptop. "Well, that was interesting."
Killian leaned in and kissed her shoulder. "I'm not sure interesting is the word I would use, love."
"They seemed to like you."
"Your father, perhaps."
"I'm not sure my mother would like anyone," she said sadly, turning to face him. "It's wasn't you. She's still pissed at me. I'm sorry she took it out on you."
"It's alright, love." Killian pulled her in for a hug; they could both use one. Emma held him tightly, her head buried in the crook of his neck. "Now what is this charity thing you've agreed to attend?"
Emma guided him to the bed. Killian hadn't realized how late it was. She sat on the edge and he sat beside her. "Every year Gold has a charity ball. It's all sham, to convince people he's not a terrible person. But it's the 'social event of the year.'" She used her quote fingers and Killian laughed. "Anyway, that's what my mom was talking about when I decided to leave. She always insists I go and the idea of subjecting myself to that again. I hate it. I hate him. I hate..."
"Neal," Killian finished for her. "But why use it as a bargaining chip?"
"Well, I'm hoping it won't be as loathsome this year."
"Why's that?"
"Because I hoped you would go with me?"
"You want me to go?"
"Why not? Unless you have school?"
"Swan, if you wanted me there, then I would gladly miss school. Besides, I'm at the point where I'm not taking actual classes anymore. I just need to finish my blasted thesis."
"So you'll go?"
"Of course!"
"But what about Gold?"
"Emma, I'm graduating in the spring. With any luck, I won't need my job at the Crocodile after this summer. Robin made an offer for me to stay on, but I want to be more than a mechanic. Remember that future I was telling you about?"
"Yeah?"
"I think it just got a lot more interesting." He smiled at her, smoothing his hand over her hair. "What'd you think, love? Is there room in this company of yours for a freshly graduated marine biologist?"
"You know what? I think there is." She smiled too and closed the gap, kissing him hard. It wasn't long before they tumbled into the bed, clothes shed.
If everything worked out they could be partners. In every sense of the word.
"How do I look?" Emma smoothed her hands down the front of her crisp new business suit, complete with pencil skirt. It had taken some doing to find something suitable on such short notice, but together Emma and Elsa had managed it.
Killian studied her critically, his blue gaze intense. Usually when he looked at her like that she knew she was in for a very enjoyable evening. Or afternoon. Or morning. Oh hell, he looked at her like that a lot, okay? It was a look she associated with adoration and pleasure. It was different this time though. Because no matter what they would have to behave themselves. Emma's first meeting with Regina Mills was in an hour.
"From what I've seen of her, you should fit right in," he said finally. Then he smirked. "Also very fetching, lass."
Emma rolled her eyes. "You think I'm 'fetching' in everything."
"Or nothing," he added. "Especially that last one."
Emma felt her cheeks warm. Would she ever get used to this simplicity of being with him? She spent so much of her time with Neal fighting for his attention, for him to do something. He had only seemed to show her affection when he wanted sex. Or when he wanted something else from her. With Killian, his attention was on her at all times, even when sitting quietly at his desk working while she read or cleaned or watched TV. They found a rhythm as a couple, as if pulled together by gravity. It was intoxicating and heady and she loved it.
"Is sex all you think about?" she teased.
Killian stepped closer, getting into her space. Emma's heart stuttered, as it tended to do when he was that close. "It's not," he said quietly, bracing his hands over hers and locking their fingers together between them. "But I have to admit to being much more...enamored of it since a certain blonde came into my life."
"Killian..."
"Mostly though, I just enjoy seeing that look on your face and knowing I put it there."
"What look?"
"The 'only thing I want to be doing is you' look."
"I do not look like that!"
"I assure you, you do. But it can be our little secret, Swan."
Emma huffed. He was hopeless. She was hopeless. How the hell had they managed to find each other? "Are you sure I look okay? I'm only going to get one chance at this."
"You look amazing, sweetheart. If she doesn't jump at your proposal, then she's a fool. And I've never taken Regina for a fool. She's hard nosed and tyrannical, but there might a heart lingering in there somewhere."
"You make her sound like some Evil Queen."
"I don't think she's gotten to where she is by being nice. Stickler for rules and such."
Rules that Killian was flagrantly breaking by being with her, Emma reminded herself. She had to nail this thing. For both of them. She really wanted that future Killian had talked about. Build a home together, a place where they could both follow their dreams. She could do this. It was everything she wanted.
"I'll keep that in mind. Thanks." She smiled at him, squeezing his fingers. "You're gonna be late."
"Bloody hell." He leaned in and kissed her lightly, not wanting to smudge her makeup. "I'll see you tonight?"
"Yeah. I'll call you. Maybe I'll be done before lunch and we can grab something."
"Oh, clandestine lunch date. I like it." He thumbed the apple of her cheek. "Good luck. You'll do great, love."
Emma laughed and pushed him away. "Go, get outta here."
Killian winked at her one last time then grabbed his gear and left. Emma hurried to the bathroom to check her hair and makeup again. It was fine; she was just being paranoid. Sighing, Emma headed back to the living room where she gathered up copies of her proposal—proofread and edited by Killian—and slipped them into her new briefcase. She'd had to get all new things since all of her stuff was still in New York.
She had a momentary panic attack when she couldn't find the legal documents her dad had sent, but it turned out they were on the coffee table underneath a pile of Killian's books. She put those in her briefcase too; a bit optimistic, perhaps, but it was always better to be prepared. She learned that from her dad.
When she arrived at the Crocodile a half hour later, Doc was back at the check in desk. "Emma Nolan to see Regina Mills," she informed him, her voice much steadier than she felt. It had been a while since she'd done anything like this; she hoped it was like riding a bike.
"Do you have an appointment, Miss Nolan?"
"Yes, she's expecting me."
"I'll call back and confirm." He picked up the phone and dialed...whoever was in charge of Regina's schedule she supposed. After receiving an answer in the affirmative, he nodded at her. "Yes, Miss Nolan, Ms. Mills is expecting you. If you'll follow me, please."
Emma followed Doc back through the lobby, back toward the area guests weren't permitted. They passed at least three "No Unauthorized Personnel" signs as they went. Emma's eyes widened when she saw Will stalking through the hall; there was no way he wouldn't recognize her. He nearly stopped in his tracks when he did and Emma had to shake her head violently to stop him from speaking to her. He scowled but nodded as they passed. Doc didn't seem to spot a thing.
That was something she had forgotten. Killian wasn't the only member of the Crocodile's staff she knew personally. They'd have to put Robin and Will in the loop or the entire game would be up.
They reached Regina's office without further mishap; Doc speaking briefly to what Emma assumed was her secretary. The man was good looking, almost model good looking. Emma took in the scruff, the liquid brown eyes, chiseled features almost mechanically. Sure, he was good looking but there was something...lacking. Almost like there was no soul behind those eyes. Certainly no fire. In another life she might—emphasis on might—have been attracted to him, but not now that she understood what real attraction felt like.
"Miss Nolan, Graham here will look after you until Ms. Mills is free," Doc said. "I hope you have a pleasant day."
"Thanks."
"Would you like something to drink, Miss Nolan?" Graham said softly. He had an accent too, Irish. But it didn't stir her the way Killian's did.
"Coffee?" Emma asked. Graham nodded. "Black, two sugars, please." The man hurried off, the tail of his shirt flapping over his skinny jeans. Hipster assistant. Great. Emma took a seat and waited. Graham returned with her coffee, which she accepted. Then she waited some more. Once she finished her coffee, Emma glanced at her phone. Regina was late.
Or making her wait on purpose.
"Is Ms. Mills not in the office?" Emma asked.
"She's on another line," Graham replied smoothly, as if he'd given this excuse a thousand times. "Call from the mainland."
Emma tried not to let her irritation show. This was a business tactic, that was all. She absolutely should not read anything into it. She had a very good proposal. A very good deal. Bringing New York society to Regina's super exclusive resort was very good business. Good publicity. Who didn't love that?
Regina's call to the mainland—if indeed that's what it was—kept Emma waiting for over an hour. Eventually, she had to text Killian to let him know that lunch was probably going to be a no go. It was already after ten thirty. Finally, Graham's intercom buzzed and Emma heard the imperious tone let him know that Regina would see her visitor now.
Steeling herself, Emma stood up, briefcase clutched in her hand. With her free hand, she smoothed her a stray hair back into her bun. She followed Graham to the door, stepping into a harsh black and white world. Regina's office was very stark, very modern. The walls were black and white stripes, cut every so often with a floral pattern she couldn't identify. The desk was glass with sleek black metal legs. It was obvious why. Regina's trim legs were exposed to their fullest potential through the glass, along with her shorter-than-was-strictly-necessary-skirt.
This was a woman who was used to using her sexuality to get what she wanted.
Too bad that wouldn't work this time.
Emma stepped right up to the desk and held out her hand. "Thank you for meeting with me, Ms. Mills."
Regina didn't stand, but did accept Emma's hand in a brief shake. "I must admit your initial description was very intriguing, Miss Nolan."
"Emma, please."
"Emma. Won't you have a seat?"
Emma nodded and sat in the large white leather armchair that sat across from Regina's desk. She declined another offer of a drink and heard the door gently click as Graham stepped out.
"Now if my information is correct," Regina said, leaning back in her chair. "You're David Nolan's daughter? Of Nolan Tech?"
"Yes, that's right." Emma had expected this. As much as it bothered her, being who she was most likely got her foot in the door. It would be up to her to step through it.
"And you've been staying here for the last...seven weeks? Quite a long time to be away from New York."
Emma smiled. "Is that a complaint against the thousands of dollars I've spent at your resort, Ms. Mills?"
"Not at all. Merely an observation, Miss Nolan."
Emma took the return of her last name as a sign that Regina still wasn't taking her seriously. Time to get on with it. "Perhaps I've become fond of the weather."
"It is a lovely time of year."
"Also in my time here, I've availed myself of many of your resort's activities. Your staff is excellent."
"Guest enjoyment is our number one priority, Miss Swan. Now I believe you had a proposal for me?"
"Yes, I do. As I said the other day, I believe The Crocodile would be ideally suited for my purpose. Centrally located in a tourist area with excellent staff and facilities." Emma pulled out her proposal, complete with pie charts and graphs. Thank god for Kinkos. "I have a copy of what I'd like to do right here." She handed the folder to Regina and sat back. "I think you'll agree that this would be an excellent business opportunity for The Crocodile, Ms. Mills."
Regina still looked skeptical. "We shall see, Miss Nolan." The older woman pursed her lips as she flipped through the folder. She must have seen something that caught her eye because she went back to the beginning and actually started to read. Emma tried not to fidget as Regina scrutinized her work; that wouldn't do. She had to appear as the cool, confident businesswoman, someone who knew exactly what she wanted and was going to get it.
"Very interesting, Emma," Regina said at last, closing the folder. "But I have one question."
"And that is?"
"How does someone like you become interested in saving sea turtles and whales?"
Emma frowned. "And by someone like me you mean..."
"Well, it's no secret that your favorite activities involve shopping and going to parties. We get the tabloids here too, Miss Nolan."
Shit. How to explain without bringing Killian into it? Emma recrossed her legs, thinking. "Do you believe everything you read in the supermarket check out line, Ms. Mills?" she said sarcastically. Then she looked into the other woman's eyes. "I've loved the ocean my whole life. But from a distance. Coming here...I realized how much I was missing. This is a wonderful area, as I'm sure you'll agree. Wouldn't it be in The Crocodile's best interest to make sure the wonder of the area is maintained? Perhaps even improved on? At the end of the day, that ocean is your resort's lifeblood, Ms. Mills."
Regina steepled her fingers, leaning back in her chair. "A passionate plea, Miss Nolan. What would you need from us?"
Emma sat up straighter, knowing now she had Regina's attention. Briefly, she outlined her idea of the benefit, the masked ball. She updated Regina on her progress reaching out to the various reserves, emphasizing the interest she'd encountered. Almost all of the administrators welcomed her ideas, no doubt greased by introductions from Killian's professor. Emma had yet to meet the man in person, but she would thank him if all this actually worked. Regina nodded periodically, her brown eyes becoming less cynical and more impressed.
Emma was about to mention her parents' interest when the door burst open. "I tried to stop him, Regina," Graham was saying hurriedly, but he got pushed out of the way by the last person Emma wanted to see.
"Whatever she wants, I won't allow it," Neal said, stomping over to Regina's desk. He leaned on it, hands smudging the glass. He looked like he'd been running, trickles of sweat running down his neck. Emma could smell the alcohol on him.
"What are you doing here, Neal?" Emma asked, standing as well.
"Do you two know each other?" Regina asked.
"Unfortunately," Emma replied. "Seriously, Neal. What the hell?" He had no right to try and take this from her.
"My father owns this place, remember? And we're not giving you shit."
Regina stood too, clearly not intimidated by Neal's language. "Yes, but Mr. Gold has left me in charge. You have no power here."
"The hell I don't!" Neal retorted. "I want her gone!"
"She's a paying guest, unlike you," Regina snapped. "As I said, you have no power here."
"But, but..." Neal spluttered.
Regina smirked. "Emma was just outlining a very lucrative business proposition for this resort. If you'd like to call your father and explain to him why I shouldn't make a deal that will make him a lot of money, then be my guest." She picked up the receiver on her phone and held it out to Neal.
Neal looked from Regina to the the phone. He looked like he was going to reach for it, then changed his mind. He cast a hateful look at Emma, then stomped off, slamming the office door behind him.
"Petulant child," Regina muttered, taking her seat. "I fear for Gold Enterprises when Mr. Gold passes."
"I'd rather not think about that, if you don't mind," Emma retorted, sitting as well.
"Ah, yes, your father and he don't get along, do they?"
"No, they don't. Is that a problem?"
"Mr. Gold is very hands off, as I'm sure you're aware. If I can show him a healthy bottom line, then no, it will not be a problem. I can handle Mr. Gold."
Emma cocked her head. "But that's not the only reason you're doing this."
"I do not like having my authority questioned, Miss Nolan. Everything that happens here is because I wish it."
"Your own personal fiefdom."
"Precisely. And no one, especially Neal Gold, is going to take it away from me."
"So we have a deal then?"
"Indeed, Emma. We do." They shook on it and Emma reached into her briefcase. "In that case, Ms. Mills, I have some paperwork we should examine."
She put Neal firmly out of her mind as they spent the next couple of hours hammering out the finer details of the contract. Regina was a tough negotiator, but Emma was ready for her. She wouldn't budge on the idea of the masquerade. It was the only way Killian could attend, and Emma didn't want to do this without him. He was just as much a part of this as her. Regina seemed to get this almost maniacal gleam in her eye when Emma rattled off the A list celebrities that would probably attend, all thanks to her parents.
It was a veritable gold mine for a place like The Crocodile and Regina knew it.
Emma was on her way to her car, tired but happy, when Neal accosted her again. "Why can't you take a hint, Neal?" she snapped.
"I will get you back for this, Emma," he snarled. "No one makes a fool of me."
"It wasn't me," she pointed out. "It was Regina. Do you really think your father would fire her? What do you do for him anyway? Besides waste his money on booze and hookers?"
"Mulan isn't a hooker!"
"Maybe not, but she's not here with you, is she? Or do you two have some sort of arrangement?"
Neal scowled. "What about that guy I saw you with? Aren't you just using him too?"
Emma's grip tightened on her briefcase. "Walk away, Neal. Now."
"Oh, hit a nerve, have I?"
"The only thing that's going to get hit is your face if you don't get out of my way," Emma snarled. How dare he accuse her of using Killian? She loved him. Loved him so much her chest ached.
"You wouldn't dare."
Emma stared at him levelly. "Watch me."
"I hope you both rot in hell," Neal snarled. Then he left. Coward. Then again, he always had been. It just took Emma too long to see it.
When she got back to the apartment, she decided to go for a run, even though she was tired. She had to work out some of the anger she was feeling. She didn't want to take it out on Killian when he came home. They were going to celebrate.
Killian replaced the last lug nut with a satisfying twist. He tested the tire to make sure it was secure before directing Robin to let the truck off the jack. The hydraulics hissed as the truck came back to earth.
"I'll take her for a spin to make sure she's aligned," Robin said, wiping his hands on a rag. "You should get out of here."
"I can do it," Killian replied. "I've got another fifteen minutes."
"Didn't Emma have that meeting with Regina today?"
Killian frowned. "How'd you know about that?"
"Regina mentioned it the other night after we...uh," Robin hesitated, scratching his head.
Killian held his hands up. "No, I get it." Thinking of Robin and Regina like that...no, thank you. "I'm still not sure how you two are a thing."
"How are you and Emma a 'thing'?"
"Emma's not a hardass."
"Regina's not either." Killian raised a credulous brow. "Okay, she can be. But she's wonderful with Roland. She's got a good heart."
"If you say so, mate. I'll just try and steer clear of her, if you don't mind."
Robin sighed. "Probably for the best. Perhaps one day, eh?"
Killian chuckled. "Aye, one day when I no longer work here."
"Do you think you and Emma will last that long?" When Robin saw Killian's scowl, he quickly amended. "She's a wonderful woman, Killian. I just don't want you to turn into Will."
Killian snatched up the degreaser and started on his hands. "She introduced me to her parents," he told his friend. "That serious enough for you?"
Robin let out a low whistle. "When?"
"A few days ago. It went better than I expected." At least on David's side. He was fairly certain Mary Margaret despised him.
"That's good, isn't it?"
"Aye. I just want her to be happy, mate."
"Well, from what I've seen, she seems very happy, Killian. And so do you." Robin looked at the clock again. "Now really, get out of here. Go home to that girl of yours."
Killian nodded gratefully, then finished washing his hands. He scrubbed them until only the barest traces of black remained. He hated touching her with dirty hands.
Emma had sent him a brief text when her meeting was over, letting him know that it had gone well. They were disappointed to have missed lunch, but Killian was determined to make it up to her. And since her plans seemed to be taking off, a celebration of sorts was in order. A very private celebration that left them exhausted and sated.
On his way home, Killian stopped for a bottle of champagne, some Italian takeout and flowers. Her favorites were orchids, so he got a bouquet of orchids and violets. The flowers got a tiny bit smushed as he hauled everything up to his place, but it was the thought that counted, right?
"Emma?" Killian called. When she didn't answer him, he frowned. Then he heard the water running in the shower. He put his goodies on the nook and headed for the bathroom. "Swan?"
"Oh sorry! I'll be right out!"
"Need any help in there, love?"
Emma laughed, but it sounded a bit forced. "Nah, I'm almost done. Next time?"
"Very well. I brought dinner."
"Oh, good. I'm starving."
Killian laughed and let her finish her shower. He went to set up their meal, finding a couple of stubby candles in a drawer and lighting them. He put the champagne on ice, found some wine glasses, and set the small nook for two. He was changing his shirt when Emma came out of the bathroom, dressed in shorts and a tank top, her hair blessedly down.
Killian pulled the t-shirt over his head and headed for her. "Hello, love."
"Hi."
Killian cocked his head. "Everything go well, lass?"
"Mostly."
"Would you like to talk about it over dinner? I brought your favorite."
Emma sniffed at the air. "Yes, please."
Killian took her hand and guided her to the nook, smiling at her pleased hum. "I thought we should celebrate."
"Killian, this is great. Thank you." She kissed his cheek, then reached for the flowers, inhaling their sweet scent. "You remembered."
"Of course. I remember everything about you, Swan."
"Unlike some people I know." She put the flowers down and sat on her stool. Killian sat next to her, serving out portions of the tortellini he brought. There was salad and bread too, more than enough the two of them.
"So what happened, sweetheart?"
"I think I'm gonna need some of that champagne before I tell you."
Killian didn't question her further, merely pouring their drinks. She'd tell him when she was ready, he knew that. Emma took a healthy swig of the champagne, followed by a few bites of her pasta. She nodded at him gratefully, smiling for the first time since he'd arrived home. "Good?"
"Yeah. You're the best."
They ate in silence for a little while; Killian stealing glances at her every once in a while. He was getting more and more worried, his curiosity threatening to overwhelm him. What did "mostly" mean?
Emma was halfway through her second glass of champagne when she spoke. "Regina kept me waiting over an hour."
"Is that normal?" He was a mechanic and a scientist; he didn't know much about business.
"It usually happens when someone wants to brush you off."
"I see. But you said she agreed. What changed?"
Emma put her fork down. "I was halfway through explaining my pitch when...Neal barged in."
Killian's hackles instantly went up. He didn't want that wanker anywhere near Emma. Not after the way he treated her at the bar. "What did he want?"
"He tried to order Regina to turn me down."
"What?"
"Exactly my reaction. Regina basically threatened him to take it up with his dad, then he walked out."
"I always knew Regina has solid brass ones, love."
"Steel more like. After Neal's little display, she was much more receptive. I think she was going to do it anyway, but Neal ordering her about didn't sit well with her. At all."
"So the Queen is on board then? You're getting your ball?"
"Our ball," Emma corrected. "And I insisted on it. The revised contract is on its way to Nolan Tech's legal team as we speak."
Killian leaned over and kissed her firmly. "I knew you could do it, Emma. I'm very happy for you." When she didn't look quite as thrilled as he expected, he frowned. "What's the matter?"
"Neal stopped me on the way to my car. We didn't have a pleasant conversation."
Killian instantly started looking her over, concerned that that bastard had hurt her. "Are you alright?"
Emma stilled his hands. "Yeah, I'm fine. Threatened to punch him in the face and he left. I think it's safe to say he hates me now."
"Does that matter?"
"Not to me. I just don't want him coming after you."
"Don't you worry that pretty little head of yours over me, lass. I'll be fine."
Emma brushed his cheek with her fingers. "I love you, Killian. You understand that, right?"
He turned his head and brushed his lips over her palm. "Of course I do. As I love you. Why?"
"Neal tried to imply that I was using you."
Killian growled. "If I ever see that ponce again..."
"Hey, he's gone. Regina let me know a little while ago. He's on his way back to New York and out of our lives."
"About bloody time." Killian reached up and ran his thumb over Emma's parted lips. "Are you going to stay here now that he's gone?" He assumed her staying with him would only be temporary now that her reason for moving in was gone. But he didn't want her to go. He wanted her to stay with him.
"Do you want me to stay?"
Killian swallowed. "Aye."
Emma smiled. "Then I will." She leaned across his lap and kissed his lips gently, molding her mouth to his. Killian moaned softly, happy to finally be able to kiss her the way he wanted to. Eventually, he pulled her into his lap, their dinner forgotten.
"I missed you today, lass," he murmured, his hands sliding under her ass to hold her to him.
"I missed you too." She tasted of pasta and champagne with just a hint of that spice that uniquely her. She slid her tongue into his mouth, stroking and sucking. "Take me to bed, Killian."
He didn't hesitate, wrapping her legs around his waist as he slid off the stool. She kissed a path along the column of his throat as he walked them to the bed, little bolts of desire shooting down his spine. He laid her down, sprawled over his comforter, her golden hair fanning out behind her. "I'm going to take care of you, love," he whispered, fingers tracing her delicate features. She sucked his thumb into her mouth, lapping at it with her tongue.
"What if I just want you?"
"Then you'll have to wait," he said with a grin. "You'll be begging by the time I take you. Can you do that?"
"Wait or beg?"
"Both."
"You'll just have to see now, won't you?"
Killian smirked at her and started to strip, not wanting any barriers between them. Emma watched him, squirming a little on the bed, her green eyes slowly getting swallowed in black. When she reached for her own clothes, Killian knocked her hands away. "Mine," he admonished.
Emma groaned, licking her lips. "Well, hurry up then."
Killian crawled into the bed with her, his hands sliding up her long lean legs. "You like being naked, Swan?"
Emma moaned, her hips rocking slightly. She did love his rough hands on her smooth skin. "Y-y-yes," she breathed.
"And I'm the only who gets to see you, right?" He toyed with the button on her shorts, waiting for her answer.
"Yes."
He chuckled and leaned down to kiss her stomach, unfastening her shorts. He slid them down, panties and all, leaving her bare from the waist down. She was already wet, but he wanted her dripping. He took her right foot into his hands, kissing the arch. Then he started massaging her foot firmly, slowly, and Emma gasped sharply.
"Oh," she sighed, looking at him with heavy lidded eyes. "Oh."
"Do you like this?"
She nodded. "Yes." One hand lay on her stomach, the other fisted the sheet.
"Don't touch," he warned. "Only I get to touch you, Emma."
"Are you gonna tie me up?" she sassed, her hand drifting down her stomach.
"Do I need to?"
"Would you?"
"Perhaps. But not tonight."
Her eyes glazed over a bit at that and he filed that away for later. If that was something she wanted in the future, then he would be more than happy to oblige her. Killian reached for her other foot, repeating his earlier actions. Emma hissed, reaching above her head for the pillow, gripping it in her hands.
"There's a good girl," he praised, kissing her ankle. He coaxed her to roll over, exposing her ass to him. His mouth watered; he wanted to take bite out the firm round globes. But he managed to restrain himself. For now. Instead, he kneaded the back of her calves, working one, then the other, just enough to tease. He didn't want her falling asleep. He kissed and licked that spot behind her knee that made her moan, sliding her legs further apart. "Would you like me to fuck you like this, Emma?"
She moaned. "You can have me any way you want."
"Any way?" His hands moved higher up her legs, kneading and squeezing; she melted into his touch. He reached her ass, molding the flesh into his hands, spreading her open. His thumb brushed her puckered hold. "What about here?"
Emma sucked in a shallow breath; she was trembling. "If you want."
Killian moaned as his cock throbbed and twitched, only in his darkest fantasies had he imagined Emma allowing him to have her that way. But perhaps he could ease her into it. It didn't have to happen tonight. He touched her there again, pressing down with light pressure. Emma moaned, rocking again into his touch. "One day soon, yeah?" he bit out. "Fuck, I would love that so much."
Emma nodded furiously. Killian slid his hand lower, down to her very wet cunt. He spread her folds, fingers teasing. "Christ, does that make you wet, Swan? Knowing I want to fuck this tight arse?"
Emma rolled her hips. "Fuck, yes. More, Killian."
Killian teased her entrance with the tip of his finger, not quite giving her what she wanted. His other hand wrapped around his cock, stroking, needing some kind of friction. He moaned, still teasing her, driving them both crazy. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside her and fuck her until they were both exhausted, but he wasn't through with her yet.
Reluctantly, he pulled his hands away, reaching for her tank top. He pulled it up, forcing Emma to release the pillow to he could get it off. She lay there twisted and he kissed her hard, his cock rubbing her ass. His hand fondled her breast, plucking at the nipple until she cried out. "God, I always want you, Emma," he murmured into her shoulder, kissing and licking her collar. "I can't get enough."
Emma covered his hand with hers, sliding it over her skin. "Don't stop. Don't stop touching me."
Killian did as she asked, molding his hands to her skin, kissing a trail down her spine. He felt like he was burning up, the ache almost too much. The fire between them never cooled completely. Sometimes it would simmer quietly, a slow gentle wave early in the morning, either in bed or in the shower. Other times it flared white hot, burning and scratching, leaving marks. This was somewhere in between, a desire to savor warring with the need to have.
When he got to her ass, he did bite down, just a little, grinning when she moaned. He pushed one of her legs up, spreading her further, dipping his tongue to her sopping flesh. She was dripping now, just as he wanted, a small damp spot on the sheet. Emma moaned his name, pushing her hips back toward him.
"Oh yes, please," she cried.
"Hmm, you taste so good, love." He licked at her, teasing her, relishing her mewls of pleasure. He fucked her with his tongue, stroking her clit with his finger. Emma trembled, getting closer and closer, until he pulled away, leaving her wanting.
"Killian...what..."
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes."
"Just relax, darling. I've got you." He started again, slowly teasing her, kneading her ass, her thighs. He sucked a mark into the inside of one, loving the sounds she made. He slid one finger inside her, then two. He licked her puckered hold as he fingered her, just like he would when he was ready to have her there. Killian felt her walls contract around his fingers, gripping tight. He loved how tight she was, like she had been made for him.
She'd ruined him for anyone else.
He brought her to edge of orgasm again, but stopped before she could fall. "Killian!" she screeched.
"Do you want me, Swan?"
"Fuck, just get inside me. Please."
Killian kissed up her back, rolling her onto her side. He pulled her leg back over his hip, letting his aching cock slide over her folds. They both groaned loudly. Emma reached down and took him into her hand, guiding him to her. He slid in easily, filling her.
"Oh fuck," Emma gasped. "So good."
Killian thrust experimentally, groaning in pleasure. He knew she loved this angle; it felt even better now that they no longer had any barriers. He moved slowly, savoring the wet drag of her walls along his shaft. "Hot and wet, fuck." Emma turned her head and he kissed her, his hand sliding over her breasts. Emma hitched her leg higher, making him sink deeper. Killian's teeth scraped her bottom lip as he groaned.
"Touch me," she pleaded. "Close."
Killian moved his hand down to her clit, rubbing the nub furiously. Emma cried out hoarsely, her body trembling hard. "That's it, love. Come for me."
She did, burying her head in the pillow as she screamed her release. It took all of his willpower not to follow her, his own orgasm just out of reach. But he wasn't ready to let her go. He would never be ready. Killian rolled her back onto her stomach, Emma whining in protest as he slipped out of her. Killian covered her with his body, thrusting back inside with a grunt. Her walls were still fluttering from her previous orgasm, but she cried out anyway, a desperate needy sound.
"Yes," she hissed. "Oh god, don't stop."
"I want you there again, Swan," he growled into her ear. He adjusted the angle of his thrusts, searching for that perfect spot to send her careening over the edge once more. "Can you do that?"
Emma tore at the sheets, clinging for purchase, sweat coating her pale skin. "Yes!" she cried. "Fuck, right there."
Killian's thrusts were getting erratic now, perilously close to his own release. He grunted, jaw clenching, striking that spot over and over again. They came together, the pleasure almost blinding. He pulsed as she squeezed, their bodies in sync after many nights (and days) together. Killian rolled off before he could crush her, his chest heaving from the exertion. He stayed close, finding her hand and tangling their fingers together.
"Swan?"
"Hmmm?"
"I love you."
Slowly, Emma rolled on her side. "Love you too."
He smiled faintly at her, taking in her lazy contented smile, adoring green gaze. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it before going to get a washcloth for her. She cleaned up and crawled under the covers, waiting for him.
"Hey, are you okay?" she asked as he crawled in beside her.
"Never better, love. Why do you ask?"
"You had your thoughtful face on."
"I have a thoughtful face?"
"Yeah, sometimes..." She looked up at him, slightly embarrassed. "Sometimes I catch you watching me, when you think I can't see you. And you have that face."
"The thoughtful face."
"Well, yeah. And I always wonder what you're thinking."
"Have you ever considered asking?" He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, drawing her closer. She rested her head on his chest, fingers brushing his stomach.
"I didn't want to intrude."
"I like to think we've reached the point where we can be honest with each other, don't you?"
"I want to, Killian. I want that with you." Because she hadn't gotten that with him. The emotional closeness that they craved as much as the physical.
Killian kissed the top of her head tenderly. "Then all you need do is ask, my love."
She let out a breathless laugh. "Okay then, what were you thinking?"
"Just then?" Emma nodded. "I was thinking about how much I love...this," he explained, gesturing between them. "Having you here with me. How much I don't want to give it up."
"We'll be careful," she assured him. "It'll be okay."
"That wasn't precisely what I meant, but that too." Killian combed his fingers through her soft hair. "Everyone one I've loved has been taken away from me. Died." Liam had been only a few years younger than Killian was now. Christ, he'd out lived his older brother. His mother, too, had been relatively young.
And now they would never meet Emma. But if they hadn't died, perhaps he'd have never met her at all. Which was a worse fate?
"I'm sorry, darling, I didn't mean to be a damper."
"No, you're not. Life is short. My dad says it's made up of moments. Good ones, bad ones. They're all worth living. I know we can't see the future, but I'd like to live as many of them with you as possible."
"So one day at a time?"
She laughed. "Something like that. I'm not planning on going anywhere, Killian. I've got a lot. Right here." She kissed his chest, nose wrinkling in his chest hair. Killian laughed, hand sliding over her hip to where she was ticklish. She screeched and tried to bat his hand away, but he kept tickling her, peels of laughter filling the air.
That warm happy bubble lodged in his chest and he prayed he could hang onto it. Hang onto her.