The next day after school Ruby yanks Killian aside in the hallway. He is taken aback, but not too surprised Ruby has flare for the dramatics.
"Emma called me crying last night and told me everything," she slaps the back of his head. He scowls at her and rubs the back of his head.
"What was that for?"
"What the hell is wrong with you? She needed you and you just left. Dammit Killian. It took two weeks after the fact for her to tell me what happened and I'm her best friend. He fucking wrecked her. I honestly never thought she would date anyone who lived here. You're not helping. Did you think she would straight up say something like that to you? She would've told you in time, but its so hard for her to talk about that. She has a lot of pride, maybe too much. You can't give up on her," she finishes with a sigh.
"I haven't given up on her. I couldn't do that, I love her too much. It hurts me, but she won't let me in. What am I supposed to do? I push and push and she barely opens up. I can only push so hard," he asks as he runs a hand through his hair.
"Be there for her. She has to trust you and you walking away didn't help," Ruby crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow at him.
"I have to go to practice," Killian says as he walks away. Did I lose her?
Mary Margaret let Emma stay home from school. Emma moves around her room all day debating on whether or not she should call Killian. I want to call him and tell him everything, but I can't. He will never want to touch me again.
Finally when her dad comes home from practice she decides she can't just call him. This has to be face to face. She runs down stairs and grabs her mom's keys.
"Emma Swan, where to do you think you're going?" Mary Margaret asks and Emma stops in her tracks.
"Please, mom. I have to go fix things with Killian. I think I messed up," Emma says. She takes her glasses off and wipes a stray tear away. Her mom smiles and nods. Emma puts her glasses on and walks out the front door.
She arrives at Killian's house hands shaking. His house is a few streets away from hers. The house is made entirely of wood and is faded from all the abuse from the storms. It doesn't look broken down, just well loved. There are flowers along the pathway up to the house. Its right out of a fairy tale. She hops out of the car and walks up to the front door. She takes a breath and knocks. Charlotte opens the door and smiles.
"Oh hello dear. Come on in," Charlotte says with a big smile. Emma walks right in. Charlotte shuts the door.
"Is Killian expecting you? Because I don't remember him saying anything to me," her brow furrows. Emma adjusts her glasses.
"Oh no. Its more of a spur of the moment thing. I actually wanted to apologize to him. I may have messed up," Emma says while fiddling with her fingers. Charlotte gives her a polite smile.
"Oh well he's in the shower. You can wait in his room if you'd like. Its the second door on the left," She says with a smile. Emma nods and heads upstairs.
When she reaches his room and turns the knob. The door slowly creaks open and reveals a room with clothes scattered everywhere. He has several band posters on his walls. Bands like AC/DC and Pink Floyd. His bed pushed against the window. The bed, of course, isn't made. With no where else to sit in the room Emma sits on the edge of the bed. After a few minutes of waiting she lays back on the bed with her her feet dangling off the edge of the bed. The door opens and Emma jolts up right. Killian is standing there with a towel wrapped around his waist. A gasp escapes Emma's lips and she blushes. Killian stands there grasping the door handle. He steps in and shuts the door. Emma stands up.
"I want to apologize. I shouldn't kept that from you. I am ready to tell you everything." Killian walks up to her a places both hands on her face.
"I shouldn't have reacted that way. I am so sorry, Emma. I was an asshole and I am so thankful you came here. We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," She buries her head into his slightly damp chest. He kisses her head. She looks up at him.
"I think I can talk about it. I'm warning you its not pretty,"
"It doesn't matter anymore. I think I know enough," he says as he swipes her hair out of her eyes. She leans up and kisses him. He pushes her up against the wall and she threads her fingers through his hair. He groans into her mouth. The towel falls to the floor. He pulls away.
"Oops," he says with a smirk. She pulls him to her and they kiss again. His hand creeps up her shirt.
"Killian, Emma! Dinners ready!" Charlotte shouts. Killian rests his forehead on hers.
"Goddamn," he whispers.
"She knew I was up here. Did you think she would leave us up here alone?" she asks with a raised eyebrow. He grunts and walks to the other side of the room.
"Well no, but still," he says with his back to her. He pulls on underwear, jeans, and a shirt. He holds out his hand.
"Ready?" he asks. She places her hand in his.
"Ready? for what?"
"My mom might grill you at dinner. Just a warning, but probably not. She loves you hasn't stopped talking about you since the hospital," he opens the door and they walk downstairs. They sit down to dinner and Emma has a great time. Charlotte doesn't grill her on anything.
"Well I really must get going. Unfortunately I have to go to school tomorrow," Emma says with a smile.
"Come by anytime dear," Charlotte says as she disappears into the kitchen. Emma smiles and nods.
"I'll walk you to your car," Killian says. They walk down the pathway. At the car he grabs Emma and pulls her against him. Their lips clash and Killian's arms wrap around Emma's waist. She wraps her arms around his neck. His tongue slides into her mouth. He pushes her up against the car. She pulls away and rests her head on his shoulder.
"I really do have to go. See you tomorrow?" she asks as her eye search his face. He smiles.
"Wouldn't miss it, love." He opens her car door. She climbs in and drives away with a smile on her face. She wishes the crippling worrying in her gut would dissapear and leave her a lone. But as long as Neal isn't behind bars she doesn't feel safe.
Two weeks later Neal's trial is the next day. The district attorney at Emma's house going over Emma's testimony. The district attorney is a middle aged woman with short blonde hair. Her age shows in the wrinkles on her forehead and around her eyes. She tries to hide her age with foundation and gold shimmering eyeshadow. Her pant suit fits her perfectly. Her name is Mrs. Stone, she wants Emma to call her by her first name, Glinda. Emma likes her because she doesn't condescend to her like everyone else in the trial does.
"Now you understand all the questions I am going to ask you tomorrow?" Glinda asks as she gathers up her documents.
"Yes," Emma says wearily. Glinda has been asking her questions for what feels like an eternity, but in reality has been a few hours.
"Good and I'll see you at the courthouse at 10 o'clock," Glinda says. Emma nods and walks her to the door. After she shuts the door she locks it and drags her feet up stairs into her room. When she opens the door she jumps. Killian is sitting on her bed waiting for her. He chuckles.
"Not funny! I thought you left after Glinda was through asking you questions," she says with a giggle. She walks toward him and he pulls her into his lap. She gives him a quick kiss.
"Now, I love you, but my parents are just down the hall," Emma says.
"Yeah, but its late and they have been for at least an hour now."
"Fine you can stay, but you have to leave before they come and check on me in the morning," he grins.
"Alright, when do I need to leave by?" he asks.
"Probably five," Emma says. Emma rolls off his lap and onto the bed.
"I'll set an alarm," he pulls out his phone and sets an alarm. Emma gets up and strips down while he is focused on his phone.
"Okay, my love its don-" he stops and stares at her.
"Oh I'm sorry. This is what I wear to bed. I hope you don't mind," Emma says with a coy smile. She straddles his lap.
"Actually its a little hot in here. Could you help me take this bra off?" He nods. His hands wrap around her back and he unclasps the bra. He pushes the straps down her arms and tosses it across the room.
"Better?" he asks. She nods and kisses him. Their teeth briefly clash. Her tongue slides into slides into his mouth. His hands graze her back and move to her breasts. He squeezes her nipple and she moans.
"Shhh… wouldn't want your parents to wake up," he whispers. She nods. He turns and lies her down on the bed. He trails kisses along her jawline, down her neck, over her breasts, and down her naval. He stops and removes her underwear. He traces his lips down to her sweet spot. His tongue slides over it. Emma bits her bottom lip in effort to not moan. Her hands ball into fists as she grips the sheets. He slips one finger into her.
"You're so ready for me," he whispers. He slowly pumps his finger in and out of her. His tongue continues its merciless assault on her sweet spot. His finger starts to pump faster. She can feel her climax building and building. She grips the sheets tighter. Her whole body tenses as she finds her release. When its over she relaxes and lets go of her hold on the sheets. She lies there panting, staring at her ceiling. She hears the jingle of Killian's belt and looks up. His shirt is off and his pants and underwear just slid to the floor. He places his hands on either side of her head.
"How was that?" he asks with a devilish smirk. Emma is at a loss for what to say.
"hmm.. eh," she stumbles to form words. She blinks rapidly and he smiles.
"Why Emma Swan for once do you have nothing to say?" he asks mockingly. She nods and he chuckles. She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him on top of her. His lips find hers and her tongue slides into his mouth. She can feel his erection against her hip. He pulls away.
"I need you," he whispers into her ear. She nods. He sinks into her and moans. Emma slaps a hand over his mouth.
"Shh…" she warns. He nods and her hand falls away. He starts out slow.
"Faster," she whispers. He picks the pace. Its brutal, but its wonderful. She rakes her fingers down his back. As she does this she can feel him tensing. He is close. Her body starts to tense. He finds his release and she spirals out around him. He collapses on top of her. He rolls off her and smiles. She turns and faces him. All her hair falls into her face. He brushes it aside.
"My love, that was… look now I'm at loss for words," he says.
"I'll help with that. Wonderful, amazing, spine tingling, and breath taking. All of those work for me anyway," she smiles at him.
"Yeah those will do," he says.
"Come on, lets get some sleep. We'll need it for tomorrow," Emma says as she gets under the sheets. Killian follows suit.
"Are you nervous for tomorrow?" he asks.
"No. I am ready," she says with a smile. He kisses the top of her head. For now she feels safe. They fall asleep in each other's arms.