Thank you so much for all the support. Honestly, I hadn't intended to actually write the date. I only wanted to mention it but a lot of you were looking forward to their first date, so you'll get it. :-)

I hope you like it.

Chapter 14

"God, this bloody tie." He mumbled, yanking at the knot to loosen it a little bit, popping the first button of his shirt open before exhaling a deep breath. "That's much better."

He raised his head and pushed the doorbell, his heart fluttering in his chest as he waited for Emma to open the door. He felt like a teenager going out on his first date. He might not have done serious relationships but he had taken some of the women he had sex with on a date now and then. He shouldn't feel so nervous about it. But it was Emma and this, having a date with her, was different.

He contemplated if he should just take the bloody tie completely off before it would suffocate him but then he heard footsteps approaching the door and he put his hand that was holding the single flower behind his back before the door opened in front of him.

"Wow!" He couldn't say more, the sight in front of him taking his breath away. She was gorgeous. Absolutely stunning.

-/-

A three-piece suit? Jesus.

Not that she had expected anything less. Not really. Because he was a doctor after all. Of course he was pulling out all the stops and she had to give it to him.

The suit looked amazing. He looked amazing. The different shades of blue made his eyes even brighter and the scruff just made it all bearable because without it he would have looked too good.

Her burgundy dress actually fitted perfectly to his navy blue suit and the heels she was wearing made her be on eye-level with him and a smile tugged at her lips when she saw him still standing dumbfounded in the hallway, his mouth gaping open slightly as he stared at her.

"Close your mouth or you'll catch flies."

His mouth snapped shut and he threw her a lopsided grin, pulling his hand from behind his back, showing her the flower he had hid. "You look gorgeous, Emma."

Her heart actually flipped as she took the single flower with shaking fingers. She would have expected something classic. Like a rose. Maybe not in red but still a rose. But he had surprised her. Bringing her a single orange Gerbera, with yellow shades at the roots of the leaves and red at the tips.

"I'll just put it into the water. Give me a sec."

She had just put the flower into a vase when she heard the door of August and Graham's room open and groaned slightly, rushing back before they would start harassing Killian again, but when she rounded the corner she realized she was already too late to stop them.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat has dragged in." Graham said, undressing Killian with his eyes. "Not that bad. Not that bad."

Emma rolled her eyes as she watched Graham and August look Killian over from head to toe, August even stepping forward and flicking his finger against the lapel of his jacket, drawling with a falsetto voice. "You are a sight for sore eyes, darling."

"God, would you two just stop this?"

"Let them have their fun." Killian told her, grinning from ear to ear. "They know I'm straight and already taken anyway."

"You are?" She couldn't help asking and the smirk that pulled up his mouth shot straight down to her core and made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

"I am."

He pulled her into his arms, his mouth capturing hers in a searing kiss. A kiss that made her legs almost give out under her and she wrapped her hands around his neck, feeling slightly dizzy and then someone cleared his throat very loudly and Killian leaned back, releasing her lips slightly reluctant and Emma let out a soft sigh before she took a step back and whispered. "My brother."

She turned around and saw her brother watching them with a raised eyebrow, his arms folded over his chest and she hoped he would go easy on Killian. They had talked about Killian and David knew that she was in love with him and that he needed to behave if he wanted his sister to stay in his life.

"So you are the stripper slash neurosurgeon?"

"David!" She hissed, wondering why they had even talked beforehand when he still wanted to insult her date.

"I'm not a full-fledged neurosurgeon yet." Killian replied calmly but she could feel him stiffen beside her, his fingers tightening around her waist as if he wanted to make sure that she didn't leave him alone with her brother.

They were eyeing each other, no one saying a word and Emma rolled her eyes, reaching for the door handle and opening the door, pushing Killian out into the hallway.

"We gotta go."

She knew David would have the big brother talk with Killian eventually and Graham and August would also grill him but not before they had gone on their first real date.

-/-

Her mouth tilted up into a smile when they stepped out of her apartment block and she spotted his car. An old VW Golf which looked as if it would collapse any second, the color hardly discernible through all the rust spots. But she wouldn't complain. After all she loved old cars and her yellow bug might not have visible rust spots but it was definitely temperamental in certain areas. Like the heating system that worked one day and didn't the next. Or the fuel gage that didn't work anymore.

"It's still driving." Killian said as he opened the car door for her and she chuckled as she slipped onto the seat.

"I didn't doubt it for a second."

Leaning back into the seat, she watched him out of the corner of her eyes as he drove to the restaurant, feeling a sudden rush of arousal as she saw him working the stick with practiced ease.

He had chosen an Italian restaurant she hadn't heard of but the moment they stepped into the restaurant she knew she loved it. Soft music in the background, small tables with red and white checkered tablecloths, dimmed light but not to dark that you couldn't see your food and a waiter whose accent and appearance clearly were Italian.

They were seated in the back of the restaurant in a quiet corner, the waiter handing them the menu and wine card, putting a basket of bread on the table, Emma's stomach growling silently as she smelled the scent of fresh baked bread wafting towards her, her fingers itching to reach for a bun and breaking it open to see if it would still be warm enough to steam.

"I hope you are okay with this." Killian said, swirling his hand around. "I know Italian food is a lot of carbs and you women normally don't want to eat that much … not that you can't eat carbs it's just ..." He stopped and inhaled deeply, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, exciting the urge in her to run her tongue over the indentations his teeth left behind. "But the food is really delicious and ..."

"Hey." She said softly, reaching over the table and putting her hand over his, stilling his fingers that had tapped in a rapid staccato on the table. "It's still us. No need to be nervous. After all you already know a lot of my dirtiest secrets."

"You mean my knowledge of your ..." He paused and cocked an eyebrow, and heat rushed straight between her legs, her eyes narrowing as she expected him to say something very dirty. "... cravings for good Italian food?"

"See, you've got this." Emma said matter-of-factly, trying to hide the smirk that pulled at the corner of her mouth by holding the menu up but of course he wouldn't let her get away that easily, his fingers sliding over the top of the menu and pulling it down.

"And of course your other cravings." He said suggestively. "Of the kinky sort."

"Oh, you haven't seen half of it yet." She couldn't keep herself from teasing him, and his eyebrows shot up with her suggestion.

"Looking forward to explore the universe of kink with you."

"I bet you do."

The food was amazing and while they ate their way through antipasti, pasta and pizza they talked about their jobs, their friends and even covered favorite ice cream and all that stuff you normally asked when you went on a first date.

After putting the last spoon of Tiramisu into her mouth, she leaned back, letting out a soft groan. "I can't eat one more bite. I feel like I'll explode any second."

"So you liked it?"

"Yes, it was absolutely delicious." Emma sighed, her eyes meeting his over the table. "So, Mr. Jones. There is one question I still haven't asked."

"And that would be, Ms. Swan?"

"I'm not that good with accents but you don't sound as if you are from Scotland."

"I'm Irish." He replied. "And I assume you ask because of the kilt?"

"Yep."

"It draws in the ladies and it's easy to get rid off while stripping."

"I see." Emma tilted her head, watching him intently for a second before asking her next question. "So how does it come you landed in America?"

A shadow flickered over his eyes, his posture stiffened for a second and he averted his gaze down to the table, his fingers tightening around the napkin and she already wanted to say that he didn't need to tell her if it made him uncomfortable but before she could get a word out, he looked up again with a determined expression.

"My brother." He hesitated for a second, clearly struggling to keep his composure. "He came here first and didn't rest until I settled down here too." She knew something awful had happened before he opened his mouth again to speak, her heart feeling heavy in her chest as he spoke with a chocked voice. "He died seven years ago."

"I'm sorry, Killian." She said softly, reaching for his hand and squeezing his fingers gently.

"Me too. Me too."

He changed the topic after that, telling her about what he had all seen in his line of work and Emma immediately jumped on it, knowing he needed her to not prod further. She didn't need to know any details. At least not right away.

Of course he brought her to her door afterwards, stealing a toe-curling kiss from her before pushing away, telling her with a wink they needed to wait until at least the third date before they could have sex again, and probably until the tenth date before they could start to get kinky.

Leaning against the doorframe, she watched him disappear around the corner with a big, silly smile on her face.

-/-

He shifted above her, his arousal brushing over the skin of her thigh and a jolt rushed through her, her hips bucking upwards but his hand reached for her hip, pressing her down on the mattress, his lips skimmed over her mouth, his tongue flicked teasingly against her lips and she lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist. "Please, Killian."

"No." He said firmly, his tongue slipping into her mouth as she wanted to complain, kissing her deep and hungry, but he still didn't move where she wanted him to be and she growled, her hands shooting up to his head and her fingers curled around his hair, tugging at it hard.

"God, Jones. Just get the fuck inside of me."

It had been over six weeks since they had last slept together. Both their jobs keeping them from having their three dates any time sooner and he had insisted they wait until after the third and now she needed him desperately to finally slip into her again.

"Patience, Swan. Patience."

"Fuck patience." She gritted out through clenched teeth, digging her nails into his skin but he didn't budge, his fingers brushing over one erected nipple, tugging at it softly before they were gone again and she wanted to scream and hit him because he just kept torturing her and she couldn't take it any longer.

She almost wept as he finally thrusted inside of her, but only a few inches before he stopped again, his fingers closing over hers as he pressed her hands beside her head into the pillow, giving her another lazy kiss and she couldn't bear it any longer, her whole body was aflame and she needed to find release and he was not giving it to her.

"Killian, just fuck me al-" She let out a loud moan as he pushed inside of her until the hilt and she bit her tongue, her whole body trembling as she waited for him to start moving but he didn't.

"Look at me, Emma." He pulled out of her, staying completely motionless. "Look at me."

His urgent voice made her eyes snap up to his and she couldn't look away anymore, his eyes boring into hers as he moved above her. So slowly. So tenderly. It was completely different than anything they had done before in bed and she realized with a start that he was making love to her, baring his soul to her as his fingers tightened around hers again and he shifted, hitting her at the exact right spot and her eyes fluttered close but he stopped immediately, waiting for her to open her eyes before he started moving again.

He took his time and Emma didn't know how long he was thrusting inside of her, changing the angle every so often, building up her climax so agonizingly slowly that she had problems to breathe. If she would be able to scold him she would but she couldn't even form one word anymore, the lazy torture being too much for her.

A shallow thrust and he was pulling out again, leaning forward and closing his mouth over her nipple, suckling at it softly for a second before pushing his hips forward again, burying himself inside of her.

"God, Killian." She whimpered, her heels digging into his back, her fingers gripping the sheet. "I need to come. Please. I need to come now."

He still didn't alter the pace but he leaned back on his knees, pulling her up into the air to thrust deeper into her, his thumb pressing on her clit, rubbing it softly as he kept pushing into her.

"God."

She arched her back, only her shoulders remaining on the mattress as the first tugs of her climax zipped through her body, and the pressure increased as he moved his finger faster over the bundle of nerves and she bucked her hips into him, her whole body quivering with need and want and tension until he finally hit the spot deep inside of her and pushed her over the edge, the tremors rippling through her, over and over again.

The waves were still rushing through her and she hardly realized that he had fallen back forward on his arms again, his thrusts coming hard and fast now as he chased his own release while she still tried to come down from her high and seconds later he let out a guttural groan, stiffening inside of her, almost crushing her as he crashed down on her.

She could hardly breathe but she didn't want him to move and she lifted one hand with some effort, threading her fingers through his hair and trailing her hand down his spine and up again, a feeling of absolute satisfaction sweeping over her and she almost let out a sigh as he slipped out of her and rolled down, taking her with him.

"You are gonna pay for this torture." Emma whispered against his damp chest, flopping one arm and leg over his body.

"Good torture or bad torture?"

"Bad torture. Definitely bad torture." Emma mumbled. "Involving your kilt and only your kilt and I'll not let you come for hours."

"That sounds not that bad at all."

"Just wait until you are crying for mercy and begging me to wrap my mouth around your cock to make you come already."

"Bloody hell, Emma." He growled, pushing her on her back again. "If I hadn't just fucked you for over an hour and can't get it up right now, I would take you again. So I just have to keep you occupied until I have recovered."

"And how are you going to manage that?" Emma asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"I have a very skilled mouth and hands."

And before Emma could give him a reply he pushed her legs apart and settled between them, his hands gripping her waist and pulling her forward until his mouth was only a few inches away from her folds.

"Let's see how often I can make you come before I need to be inside of you again."

They didn't sleep much that night.