Wow, thank you so much for the reviews, favorites and follows. Thank you so much!

Just to clear something up since a reviewer pointed it out to me … Killian is a neurosurgery resident but that means he wouldn't do rounds in the ER anymore. That was my fault. I didn't think it through completely because I needed him in the ER. Sorry about that.

Oh, and you'll get Killian's side and a lot of explanation for their behavior in this chapter in the next update. So don't jump on me for not addressing Emma's ILY in this chapter.

Chapter 11

"What are you doing here?"

She wanted to slap herself the moment she had asked the question because clearly he was a doctor here. In blue scrubs with stethoscope around his neck and the name tag attached to his shirt.

But seeing him again, after six weeks, was throwing her completely and it took her a few moments to realize what this all meant.

He had lied to her.

She felt the anger bubbling up in her, felt betrayed that he hadn't told her the truth, hadn't told her about his real job, had made her believe that stripping was how he made his living and she ignored the small voice in her head that was whispering that they hardly knew each other and she hadn't told him about her real life either.

She already wanted to jump at him, completely forgetting why they were here in the first place when the door burst open and August rushed in, looking around frantically until Graham called his name and he was by his side a second later, his fingers trembling as he lifted a hand to brush it against his cheek.

"You alright, love?"

"I'm fine, August. Just a little cut."

Emma actually rolled her eyes because a few minutes before he was writhing on the bed, groaning as if he would die any second.

"Don't ever scare me like that again." August whispered, leaning down to press a kiss on Graham's lips and Emma's eyes flickered to Killian, curious about his reaction to the public display of affection in front of him.

A part of her wished he would jerk back with disgust, making it easier for her to hate him but a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he watched the two lovebirds whispering with hushed voices, their hands interlinked together, August careful to not jolt Graham's injured hand.

"Sorry to interrupt." Killian said, grinning at Graham and August as they both looked up at him. "I have to take a look at the cut for a second."

"Of course, doctor." August stepped back to give him some room but Graham suddenly furrowed his brows and held up his uninjured hand to stop Killian.

"Wait a second. You two know each other?" His eyes flickered to Emma and then back to Killian before landing on Killian's name tag. "Dr. Killian Jones?" His mouth dropped open and his eyes shot back to Emma. "THE Killian Jones?"

"Graham, this is not the time." Emma hissed, hoping he would get the hint and stop asking any inappropriate questions but August definitely didn't get the message.

"The stripper?" He blurted out, Emma letting out a groan as his eyes darted to Killian. "You are the stripper?"

Emma couldn't look at Killian, just seeing him lifting a hand and scratching behind his ear out of the corner of her eye.

"Aye, I'm Killian Jones." Killian replied before adding quietly. "The stripper."

"Wow." Graham said, tilting his head as he eyed Killian. "You are even more handsome than I thought. If you ever feel the need to explore the other side of the river ..."

"Graham!" Emma smacked her hand against his chest. "Your boyfriend is standing right there."

"Oh, honey." August drawled, his eyes actually roaming over Killian's body. "I wouldn't be averse to having a threesome with this handsome fellow."

"August!" Her cheeks were burning with embarrassment and she wouldn't look at Killian now. Never again. But Killian let out a chuckle, clearly amused by Graham and August's interest in him.

"Sorry, guys. Totally straight here."

"Such a shame." Graham sighed, shaking his head.

"Would you just stop it?" Emma growled.

"So, tell me, Dr. Jones. Why exactly did you ..."

Emma reached up and put her hand over his mouth, her eyes shooting him a silent message and this time both of them finally got the message but their eyes still turned to Killian and she could see they were burning to ask him questions, their expressions suddenly turning from amused to serious. She just prayed that they wouldn't start a fight in the middle of the ER as they clearly both slipped in their protective big brother mode without missing a beat.

"Could you just take a look at his hand now, Dr. Jones?" She addressed him formally, hoping this whole weird situation would just be over already.

-/-

Twenty minutes later Graham was good to go, still whining about having to endure getting pinched by a needle two times. Once to numb the area around the wound so that Killian could stitch it up and once for the tetanus shot he gave him.

Killian was giving him last instructions before slipping his gloves off and throwing them into the trash, saying his goodbyes before turning around to leave.

And suddenly she couldn't be cool about this whole situation anymore. The hurt and anger rushing back to the surface.

"Killian?" She called after him, jumping up from the chair and walking briskly towards him, seeing him stiffen before he turned around to face her.

"Aye?"

"Don't you think I deserve an explanation?"

"Emma, I ..." His beeper interrupted them and he pulled it off his pants, looking at the code before throwing her an apologetic glance. "I gotta go. Sorry."

Before she could say anything else he had already disappeared around the corner and she was standing in the middle of the ER, her heart aching in her chest.

She had missed him. She had missed him so much and seeing him again had just made it worse.

-/-

Somehow she had expected him to call her but he hadn't. She had waited one week for her phone to ring. But he hadn't even bothered to send her a text and she was seething with anger.

He would not get away that easily. She wanted to know why he didn't tell her.

She didn't listen to the voice in her head that kept constantly telling her that she was unfair. She had made the rules of their so called relationship. She had told him that she didn't want to get personal with him. That she didn't want to get to know him. That she just wanted to fuck him until she got bored with him.

She was leaning against the wall beside the back entrance of the club, waiting for him to come out and when he did her heart actually slammed against her rib cage. He was too handsome, he was just too fucking handsome and she wanted him so much. Still wanted him.

"Dr. Jones, a word?"

He swirled around to her, his eyes narrowing as he met her gaze and she pushed herself away from the wall and walked slowly towards him.

"Emma, why are you here?" His voice sounded detached as if he didn't care at all, and something inside of her broke, made her snap.

She slammed her fist against his chest, her voice almost collapsing as she shouted. "You should have fucking told me that you are a doctor."

"Why should I?" He wrapped his hands around hers to stop her from pounding them against his chest, his voice turning low as he growled. "I was your fuck buddy. Good enough for all your dirty, little fantasies. The stripper who gave it to you how you needed it. You are a bloody snob, Swan."

"You have no idea, Jones. None." She struggled against his grip, cursing her body for already responding to his nearness, for wanting him even if she was furious with him. "You don't know me."

"Because you never wanted me to get to know you." He yelled, letting go off her hands all of a sudden and pushing her backwards until she hit the wall with a loud thud. "You wanted my cock. You wanted me to fuck you senseless." His mouth tilted up into a smirk, his hand slipping under her shirt, his fingers skimming over her stomach, shooting goosebumps over her body. "Do you want me to fuck you? Right here and now? Do you want to feel my cock slipping into your tight, wet pussy?"

She trembled with fury, wanted to slap him, wanted to slap that cocky expression off his face but then he leaned closer, his eyes blazing into hers with a fire that only she could put out and rasped. "God, Swan. I want you."

"Fuck you." She cried out, trying to push him back but her body wasn't listening to her anymore, her fingers tightening around his hoodie and instead of pushing him back she pulled him closer. "Fuck you."

But then his lips were on hers and she gasped, his tongue pushing into her mouth immediately, kissing her hungrily, making her forget everything around her in a blink of an eye. She couldn't even think clearly anymore, his kisses, his hands robbing her of any coherent thought. In a haze she realized that he was lifting her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist automatically as he carried her inside, jerking a door open and stepping into the room behind. She could see a broom and cleansing utensils for a brief second before the door fell shut and complete darkness was enveloping them.

"God, Emma. I hope you are already wet for me because I can't wait to be in you."

She couldn't say anything because his mouth was back on hers and the part of her brain that was still functioning was telling her that it wasn't a coincidence that she had put on a skirt, her subconsciousness wanted this encounter to end exactly where she was right now. Pressed against a wall with his fingers between her legs and she moaned as he pushed her panties aside and drove two fingers into her.

"So wet."

He kept sliding his fingers in and out of her, his thumb circling her clit as he leaned forward to press her against the wall with his chest as his other hand went for his pants and she heard his belt clinking, the rustling of his pants gliding down to the floor and a moment later his fingers were gone and his tip was pushing against her, his hands grabbing her ass and tilting her hips forward as he slipped deeper.

"God, Emma." His voice was hoarse as he buried himself inside of her until the hilt. "You are so scorching hot. God, I've missed you."

And then he started to move, pounding into her with deep and hard thrusts and her brain was screaming at her that he wasn't wearing a condom but the sensations he elicited in her was drowning out the voice in her head and she tightened her legs around his waist, her head hitting the wall, a deep moan rumbling out of her chest as his hand slipped between them, pressing hard against her clit as he leaned back, pumping even faster in and out of her.

"Come on, love. I want you to come undone for me." She felt his ass muscles flex against her heels, the sounds of their bodies slamming together reverberating through the air and then she felt him stiffen, his hips rocking forward as he emptied himself in her and she shot over the edge with him, clamping her walls around his cock as her orgasm knocked the breath out of her, wave after wave crushing down on her, leaving her dizzy and spent behind.

The moment he slipped out of her and let her legs drop back to the ground, reality rushed back in and she gasped, pushing him away from her.

"I … we … we shouldn't have …" She stumbled over the words, not knowing what she should say, glad for the darkness surrounding them and she fumbled for the knob behind her back, letting out a sigh of relief as her fingers closed around it. "I gotta go."

"Emma, wait."

But she stormed out the door without giving him a chance to say anything more. Again.