After dinner Graham and Emma work on their homework at the kitchen table. Emma's head is bent and focused on her current math problem. She can feel Graham's gaze on her.
"Spit it out," she says without lifting her head.
"Do I get to know what you and Killian talked about before he left?" he asks. This catches Emma's attention, but she still doesn't look at him.
"No, now can you help me with these inverse functions? They always trip me up," she mumbles. He doesn't need to think Killian is a jealous asshole. She takes her glasses off and rubs them against her shirt.
"Why won't you tell me? You never used to keep secrets from me," he sounds like a mix of hurt and confused. She puts her glasses back on and looks at him dead on.
"You didn't tell me about London until the night before you left. I know you stopped talking to me while you were gone because of a girl, which is really stupid. Don't talk to me about keeping secrets," she says coldly.
"That's fair. You're right."
"I know. Everything is different now, but I still kinda suck at math. Please help me," she pleads.
"Fine, one condition," she nods, "You let me guess what you two talked about," he says calmly. She rolls her eyes and nods.
"Me," he states.
"On the nose. Not that I noticed, but don't put your arm over my shoulders," she says.
"Really?" he says this like it is the most ridiculous thing ever. The notion that boys never get jealous is just so beyond him.
"Don't judge his last girlfriend was stolen from him, so I get it," she says nonchalantly. Graham's eyes bug out.
"Holy shit okay. I understand. It won't happen again. Now math?" he asks with an amused smile.
"Ugh, unfortunately," she hands over the homework.
As soon as the door shuts behind Graham Emma whips out her phone. She types a text to Ruby at lightning speed.
*Have you talked to Graham yet?* Emma goes up to her room and puts on some music. A few minutes later she gets a response from Ruby.
*Yes, I am assuming you have*
*Well yes. We had him over for dinner… he met Killian.* with this piece of news she gets a response in a few seconds.
*What? how did it go?* Emma lays on her bed.
*About ast well as you would expect. This is not the point though… Graham was acting weird*
*Like how?*
*He was so nosey about everything… did he say anything to you?*
*Well he freaked when I told him you had a boyfriend and who said boyfriend was.*
*Really? Why?*
*Oh honey come on you know why* Emma rolls her eyes.
*If he wanted to date me he should've told me and not gone to England. Did he think I would wait for him? Cause he sure as hell didn't wait for me* Emma and Graham went on one date before he left. It was the night before he left. The night he told her he was leaving.
*I think he expected you guys might try again. I'm with you he didn't handle this situation well. You guys didn't make any promises to each other. It was one date and it ended badly.* Emma reads this as she begins to brush her teeth.
*Thank you. What the hell am I supposed to do?* she sends off and walks into her room. She turns off the music and changes into sweatpants and a t-shirt. Her phone buzzes.
*After everything I'm know you said you didn't want to be with Graham. Is that still true?* She shuts off her lights
*yes* Emma types as she crawls into bed.
*I would just avoid it then. Don't bring it up unless he does. Does Killian know?*
*No and its staying that way*
*Okay, but didn't you just get mad at him for keeping secrets?*
*Oh no. This is different*
*How?* Why is she always right? I hate it when she's right.
*Okay… its not. I'll tell him tomorrow*
*Good. I'll see you tomorrow* Emma puts her phone down on the bedside table along with her glasses. How the hell am I supposed to sleep now?
The next morning Emma is a nervous wreck. Killian will be upset and she's wrong this time. She is waiting for him when he pulls up to the house. She runs out without saying goodbye to her parents. She hops into the Jolly Roger and slams the door shut. He takes one look at her and his face falls.
"What's wrong, love?" he asks concern written all over his face. She takes a deep breath.
"Nothing, lets just go to school," she says with a weak smile. He nods and drives off. She doesn't say anything the whole ride there. They finally get to school and he throws the car in park.
"Would you please tell me what's going on?" he asks concerned.
"I'm going to tell you something. Please don't get mad," she says calmly.
"I'll try. Continue on," he says sternly.
"You getting jealous about Graham wasn't totally wrong. The thing is before he left he-we went on a date, but it was nothing. I don't have any feelings for him," she says. His knuckles tighten around the steering wheel and turn white. Emma bangs her head against the headrest. I shouldn't have told him. I should've just shut my big fat mouth.
"Emma, that is not nothing," he says sternly. She turns and looks at him.
"Yes it is. I have you now and he royally fucked up his chance of being with me. We were friends first and we are friends again nothing more. Please don't be mad,"
"Emma, I am almost sure he has feelings for you. You can't hang out with him," Emma's jaw drops.
"You're fucking kidding me," she searches his face, "oh my god. You're not. Killian that is absurd. We are friends. I have a class with him. I'm sorry thats not happening," she says throwing her hands up in exasperation.
"You can have class with him, but you can't be alone with him. End of discussion,"
"Oh no it is not. You are not the only person in this relationship. Where the hell do you get off telling me who I can hang out with? What are you so worried about? Nothing has happened or will ever happen. It was one goddamn date get over it. I did. What do you think is going to happen?" she asks. He unbuckles them. He then lifts her off of her seat and onto his lap. He rests his forehead against hers.
"Emma, I don't want to lose you. That's my biggest fear," he says.
"I'm not Milah. Get that through your thick skull. Killian Jones, I love you. Never forget that," she says. In one swift movement his lips are against hers. Her fingers run through his hair and his tongue explores her mouth. She grinds her hips against him. He pulls away and places his hands on her hips. Her hips stop moving.
"Don't start something you can't finish," he says out of breath. With that the warning bell rings.
"Dammit, lets go," she says dejected as she exits the car. He chuckles and follows suit.
Before they reach the lunch room later that day Killian pulls Emma aside.
"What? Something wrong?" she asks worriedly. He pulls her in close and bends down, so only she can hear.
"You want to finish what we started this morning?" he says quietly. She blushes.
"Seriously?" she says glancing around ensuring no one can hear what they are talking about.
"Yes, I've been thinking about you all morning. You were a bloody minx in the jolly," he whispers into her ear. His breath hot on her neck.
"Where?" she says searches his face for an answer. He smirks.
"The Jolly Roger, of course," his rich accent rolls off his luscious lips. She can't stop staring at them. She grabs his hand and they head toward the parking lot. They almost run there. They look around the parking lot, but don't see anyone. They clamber into the backseat. Backpacks thrown into the front seat. Her hands begin to wander across his body.
"Eager, aren't you?" he asks
"You aren't?" she challenges. He just nods. He pushes her jeans down her legs and she kicks them off. Her fingers shiftly unzip his jeans. She yanks them off then straddles his lap. His hand wrap around the back of her neck and pull her to him. Their lips clash together. She can feel the heat radiating off of him. His fingers slide under her shirt. They hook into the fabric and he brings it over her head. Their lips reconnect and Emma begins grinding her hips. Killian groans. He flips her onto the bench seat and helps her out of her underwear.
"You won't be needing these," he says with a smirk. He pulls his boxers off. She pulls him on top of her. When they kiss their teeth briefly clash. He enters her slowly. His pace immediately picks up. She grabs handfuls of his hair and pulls. She can feel it building inside her. Her hands move from his hair down his neck and onto his back. Her nails rake down his back. She can feel him tensing up.
"You. Are. Mine." he growls.
"Yours, always," she moans. He begins to rub her clit. Its all too much. She is so overwhelmed.
"Come on. Let go, love," he growls. With that she spirals out around him and soon after his warmth spreads inside her. He collapses on top of her. They are both out of breath. She nudges him playfully.
"Come on we have to get our clothes back on if we want to make it to class," she says. He grunts in response, but moves off of her anyway. They gather their clothes and get them on. They step out of the Jolly Roger and still no one is there, thank god. Before they walk in Emma stops Killian.
"What?" She stands on her tip toes and uses her fingers to brush out his hair.
"Ugh, Emma. Is this necessary?" He asks annoyed.
"Yes it is. Your hair says I just got fucked. You need to look presentable. This is a small town," she says and he lets her continue. When she is finished she gets off her toes and returns to her normal height.
"There. All done," she says with a satisfied smile. He smiles right back at her. He grabs her hand and they walk into the school.
What do you guys think of Graham and Jealous Killian? Merry christmas eve! Hope all of you are having a good holiday break.