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Chapter 15

The next morning Emma doesn't hesitate at all to straight barge into Killian's room. They're a couple now; after all they went on a date and everything. She quickly discards her stuff in her office, and makes her way towards Killian room, not even pausing to greet her colleagues.

She pushes the door open without bothering to knock and is greeted by Killian talking on his cell, swiveling around in his chair like a child excited to sit on something that has wheels. As soon as he notices her, he gives her a big grin and cuts his call. He stands up and starts walking towards her with a sexy swagger in his walk as Emma takes a few steps towards him.

"Hey" she whispers, glancing down at his lips for a moment, her fingers tingling to just pull him towards her.

"Hi, love" he answers, and she can tell he feels it too. The way he keeps glancing at her lips, the way he is smiling shyly and the pink blush creeping up his cheeks. After last night – their date and the intense make-out session, something has shifted in their relationship.

Emma walks towards him until her face is inches apart from his and he takes the hint, his hands cupping her cheeks as he brushes his nose with hers. He shuts his eyes as the last thing he sees is Emma leaning into him, her arms curling at his waist. The kiss is soft and delicate, their lips moving together as they sway slightly.

Killian tightens his arms around her waist before he releases her lips, resting his forehead on hers. They stay like that for a moment, just reveling in the sense that this is real, that this is finally happening.

Eventually Killian releases the hold on her waist and steps back towards his desk. Emma lets out a little whine at the loss of touch, causing Killian to chuckle. He picks up two cups from his table and presents one of them to Emma, "Skinny Vanilla Latte with a dash of cinnamon for the fair lady"

Emma smiles gratefully, "You bought me coffee!" she says, as she takes the cup, "Thank you!"

"I believe we had a deal" Killian smiles, "I guess you can handle two of these in a day?"

"I didn't stop at Starbucks today" Emma informs him, taking a sip of her drink and sighing, the taste of cinnamon always calming her down. "I was in too much of a hurry to see you"

Killian smiles, touched. He presses a kiss to her cheek as he laces his fingers with hers and directs her towards his couch. They both sit side by side, Emma wanting to just drop her head on his shoulder and Killian to just bring his arms around her.

A knock on the door causes both of them to jump in surprise and Emma stands up, keeping a safe distance between the two.

The door opens revealing David who greets the pair, his gaze inquisitive between the two.

"What can I do for you, Dave?" Killian asks, settling comfortably into his couch.

"You can tell me since when have you and Emma being dating?" David snaps, causing Emma's hand to shoot to her mouth masking her gasp and Killian's eyebrows shooting up.

"Sorry, mate?"

"Oh come on. Don't think I know from the first day what's been going on between you two" David says a bit angrily as he sits on the couch beside Killian, "I know you two went on a date last night"

"How did you- " Emma starts but is interrupted by a disgruntled David, "I love my wife but she's not too great at keeping secrets"

Emma nods in agreement and Killian pouts, unsure of what exactly is happening. Is David angry for them to be together, or is he angry that they didn't tell him?

Then it hits him. All the over-protective older brother vibe from David – the way he used to roll his eyes when he saw Emma talking to Killian, the dirty looks he sent to him when he caught Killian watching her. David was just very overprotective of Emma and didn't think Killian was worthy of her.

"Dave, whatever Emma and I may become, it's up to her as much as me. You have nothing to worry about mate" Killian reassures him and earns an annoyed grunt from him.

"You like him?" David asks Emma; incredulous as if it's the most insane thing he's ever heard.

"Yes" Emma shrugs, earning a wink from Killian as she blushes. She feels like a teenager who's been caught having a secret boyfriend. She loves David and appreciates his concern for her, but Emma is a big girl; she can handle herself.

David 's lips form a thin line, "So you guys are like boyfriend and girlfriend?"

Killian glances at her and watches as Emma gulps, her eyes moving between him and David. They flirted, they like each other, they kissed, they went on a date and they made-out. That's boyfriend and girlfriend material right?

"Aye" Killian answers David, but his eyes rest on Emma's as he watches her blink rapidly and a small smile creeping her face. She finally meets his eyes and smiles even brighter, telling him that yes its okay.

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The second David barged in and asked their relationship status, Emma had stilled. Her body had been frozen to the ground as her eyes drifted between David and Killian. Her boyfriend? Neal had been her boyfriend; her one and only boyfriend. Graham, the city sheriff, had come close. Their flirtations going on for a long time before he had finally kissed her. And then shortly died in a car accident leaving Emma heartbroken.

Emma didn't know what they were. Was it really necessary to label everything? Couldn't they just be something? Either way, it's not as if Emma can flaunt him in front of everyone – calling the boss of this corporation her boyfriend in front of her colleagues. What would she even say? Hey everyone, you know our devilishly handsome boss who you all wanted to sleep with and who confessed about liking someone on national television? Ya guess what – that woman isn't actually Shira, the perfect long-legged beauty but me! Emma Swan! That's right Killian Jones is my boyfriend.

But with a single "Aye" Killian disappeared her fears and worries. This wasn't just a one-time thing or a raunchy office affair with the boss where they had sex in the supplies closet or something. This, them, it was real.

"Alright, alright" David stood up, "You can't have the others find out yet"

Emma nodded in agreement, "They all think it's you and Shira"

"Shira?" Killian exclaimed, "Good God no. That woman is insufferable"

"This stays a secret alright? Until we can figure out something or some way which won't hurt Emma" David commands, "These kind of things – the woman always gets dragged and shamed and that is not happening to her"

"Definitely" Killian states firmly, "The only ones who know about us are well, us, you and Mary Margaret, Liam and Elsa, and Ruby and Mulan"

"You told Liam and Elsa?" Emma asks, her eyebrows rising. He told his family about her?

"Aye, last night" Killian informs her, "He has been bothering me about this since he met you"

"Okay. We keep this between us. We'll figure out a way sometime" Emma states, nodding to herself.

David moves towards Killian, "Don't forget I know your reputation when it comes to women, Killian. If you hurt her-"

"Mate, I can assure you that your friend is the only woman on my mind and whom I have been interested in since the moment I saw her" Killian smiles, causing David's stiffened shoulders to relax slightly. He nods at him and Emma before he leaves, warning them once more to not let the office know just yet.

"Dating in secret, huh?" Emma moves closer to him, pushing the dark strand of hair that has fallen to his forehead back.

"This is when the fun begins" Killian smirks as he presses his lips onto hers.

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They slipped into a relationship with much ease.

Making out in his office with the excuses of Emma bringing him files, texting each other throughout office meetings where they sat opposite each other, talking to each other till the wee hours of the night.

Going for ice-cream, grabbing their morning coffees together, being to each other's place as they cooked dinner together and curled up on the sofa with wine and Netflix.

There were no pregnant pauses in their conversations or uncomfortable silences, both being comfortable enough to enjoy even the silent moments.

One Friday, approximately three weeks and four days to their relationship (not that either one of them were counting, mind you), Killian had invited her over his house for dinner.

Once they had eaten dinner, Emma impressed by Killian's culinary skills, she divided up the chocolate ice-cream in two bowls as Killian was putting on an episode of Lost. They had both started the show the first time Killian was at Emma's house, and had gotten obsessed with it – but only ever watched it once both of them were together as they had promised.

Killian sat on his couch with his back pressed to the side arm and his legs sprawled in front of him, as he tilted his neck to watch the TV screen. Emma showed up with two bowls and gave him a "seriously" look once she saw the limited space that was left for her as his long legs had taken residence on more than half of the couch.

She placed the two bowls on the coffee table in front of the couch and turned around, her back to Killian as she settled herself between his legs, her back pressed to his front and relished the fact that his arms came automatically to cage her there, feeling his lips press a kiss against her hair.

They started the episode and with each passing minute Emma pressed herself further into him, sliding down slowly so her head rested on his chest and her lower back was pressed against his groin. She put one of her hand on his knee and the other on her own chest, twirling the swan necklace.

She couldn't concentrate on what the hell John Locke was doing on the screen as Killian kept lightly tracing her collarbone or her bared arm or the exposed skin of her waist from where her shirt rode up.

The episode finally ends as Netflix begins its countdown for playing the new one – the title being "What Kate did".

"I feel so bad for Kate" Killian says, "She's basically been all alone her entire life and just running"

Emma feels her heart clench, "That's basically the story of my life" she admits as she releases a puff of air once she realizes she said that out loud.

"What was the longest time you stayed in a foster home?" Killian asks her, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against her collarbone.

"I was adopted as a baby and stayed with the family for 3 years, until they had their own kid and kicked me out" Emma told him, "Since then I usually just try to run away from them"

"I'm sorry, love" Killian murmurs against her shoulder, "After my parents, at least I had Liam. You had no one"

"That's why I fell in love with Neal so quick" Emma admitted, "He promised me a home"

Emma merely referred to Neal as her ex-boyfriend. She never talk about what exactly happened with him – just saying that he broke her heart and made her believe that it's better to be alone, than to feel anything towards anyone.

Killian also never pushed her about it. It was rare when Emma would open up about her past. He knew Neal had broken her heart quite severely, but he doubted it was more than just leaving her.

"Well Swan, you have David and Mary Margaret now" he whispered, the episode starting but both of them engrossed in their own talk.

"Ya, and um, you?" she whispers, unsure of whether it was too early to claim him as being there for her when she knew he was and he will be.

"Aye me" he says and Emma can feel his smile. She wanted to tell him about Neal – tell the entire story of his betrayal but at this moment she could care less about him. Since him, Emma had lost all hope in men – painting them as if they were all assholes who would hurt her. She knew it was wrong and childish but it was better to feel bitterness towards that gender as it never got her to even consider being with someone. Until Killian.

She couldn't keep her mind off of him – and now since they've been dating, it doesn't terrify her as much as it should. It's as if in another life or dimension, maybe in a fairytale, they're in love together.

Emma tilts her head back and can see Killian's smiling face, his eyes looking down at hers the last thing she sees as he leans in to kiss her. Emma turns in his arms until she's facing him, her palms pressed against his chest and his forming a dance on her back and hips. The kiss starts off soft and slow, but soon becomes hungry and passionate as Emma moves herself until her knees are beside his thighs, straddling him. It is a bit of an uncomfortable position but she could care less when Killian is kissing her like a man starved and she can feel his arousal pressing against her thighs.

Emma releases his lips once she needs air to breathe, but rests her forehead on his, blue eyes piercing green ones as they both pant. Without another word, they dive in again, their lips soft against each other as their tongues scrape as Killian feels his jeans tightening even further. Emma moves her hands to the top of his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly. She pushes it off of him and releases his lips with a last nip to get a good look. His chest is covered with dark hair and her gaze follows the trail down, down, and down to the waistband of his jeans. Emma runs her hands on his chest, her palm soft against the rough hair.

"Love, are you sure?" Killian asks, looking so utterly wrecked when all they've done is just kissed each other senseless.

Emma nods with a smirk before she runs her fingertips near his nipples, pushing her hand down until she feels his hard abdomen. She lowers her mouth down to one taunt nipple, licking and biting and smirking and claiming the other one with her hands, tweaking the erect flesh, causing him to grunt. She moves her mouth to his other nipple and gasps against it once she feels Killian's hands running up her spine, under her shirt. He lifts the hem of her shirt up and Emma leans back so he can pull it completely off of her.

Killian stares at her for a moment – her blond curls spilling down her shoulders, her lips swollen, and her erect buds straining against the red lace. His eyebrow quirks in appreciation as his gaze rakes over her, his jeans tightening to a painful degree as Emma smiles at him coyly. She totally did not wear a red lacy bra and underwear in anticipation of this. Just the way she didn't shave her legs this morning and made a quick stop to the drugstore before arriving at Killian's place.

Killian pushes her hair back from her shoulder, bringing his fingers to trace the cup of her bra, stopping once he reaches the valley between her breasts. He runs his fingertips down on her stomach, near her belly button and to the waistband of her leggings. He brings both his palms behind her, moving them slowly up her back until they settle at the band of her bra.

Emma feels the hook open and Killian peels the garment off of her, discarding it on the floor. He palms both of her breasts and strokes her already pert nipple with his thumb. Emma moans as soon as she feels Killian's hot mouth against her nipple, sucking it as she arches her back and he switches breasts, biting down on the flesh and Emma pulling his hair to keep his head there.

"Oh god" Emma gasps, clenching her thighs as she feels heat pooling between them. Killian releases her nipple with a loud pop, and places kisses along the valley of her breast, her throat – ensuring to leave a mark on her pulse point as he sucks on it, similar to what he did in the nightclub which now seems like ages ago. He continues to nip along her jaw as he feels Emma's fingers caressing his shoulder blades rather roughly.

When he finally looks into her eyes, the desire in them almost knocks him off. He wets his lips with his tongue before Emma pulls him towards her, her tongue stroking his and her breasts brushing against his bare chest. Killian stands up abruptly and Emma whines, confused as to whether he still wants to take it slow.

"Bedroom" he states and brings one hand on her back and the other below her knees as he lifts her up. Emma circles his neck as she stretches her back to access his lips, her fingers pulling at the hair at the nape of his neck.

Once inside his bedroom, Killian lays her down gently and bites her lower lip before he pulls away. He brings his hands down to the waistband of her legging, teasing the skin just above it by lightly tracing it. He looks down at her, last chance for her to put a stop to this – but seeing her expression mirroring his, he lowers her leggings along with her red panties, keeping his gaze locked on hers the entire time. Once Emma is completely naked in front of him, he breathes out, "You're beautiful Emma"

Emma blushes and leans towards him to pull him down to her but yelps in surprise as Killian stops her halfway, his hands grasping her hips. He sits on his knees at the ground at the edge of his bed as Emma is sprawled on his bed, her legs dangling down. He separates her legs slowly and Emma braces herself in anticipation for what is about to come.

Instead of feeling his mouth on her, she feels it on her inner thigh, procuring a whine from her and she feels the vibrations of his chuckle as he bites the skin on her thigh. The ache between her legs becomes stronger and stronger as she feels his hot breath on her thigh; ignoring the place she needs his touch the most.

She lets out a grunt when she feels his fingers smoothing over her bare mound, tickling her. "Killian" she whimpers and she knows it comes out as a plea, but she could care less when she feels her entire body is about to combust in flames if he doesn't just touch her already.

She moans loudly once she feels one finger dragging along her damp heat, making her shiver. But just not enough.

"Impatient aren't we?" he smirks. He fucking smirks as she braces herself on her elbows and stares down at him, his touch light on her wet heat, and Emma wants to smack him across the face to just touch her already instead of torturing her with these feather-light touches.

"Damn it Killian just touch me!" she pants, and it comes out needy and desperate but she need him so much.

"You mean this?" he says, as he brings two fingers on her heat, rubbing her. Emma lets out a loud moan and Killian stares at her aching flesh hungrily, his fingers running against her silken folds, coating with her wetness as Emma arches her back.

"So wet for me Emma" he admires as his finger circles her throbbing clitoris. Suddenly his fingers are gone but before Emma can complain, she feels the hotness of his tongue sliding along her heat, licking and sucking at all the right places. "Fuck Emma" he mutters against her nerves as he keeps lapping at her, sliding a finger inside her, making Emma clench the bed sheets below her. He adds another finger as he thrusts them at a maddening pace inside her, his tongue licking at her clitoris making Emma grasp one of her breast as she feels on the edge of release.

It takes a lick here, a touch there, a suck and Emma falls, Killian's tongue still lapping at her as Emma feels her release coating his tongue.

He leans back and Emma watches as he licks clean her release from his mouth and his fingers while flashing her a saucy grin, "You have no idea how long I've wanted this. How many times I've had to take care of myself while the thought of you haunted me"

"Me too" Emma confesses and the look on his face was worth admitting it, "The first time was after the nightclub" she pants slightly, still coming down from her high.

"Why did we wait so long?" Killian wonders but Emma doesn't get a chance to reply as she watches Killian stand up, his hands working to unbutton his jeans; all coherent thoughts in Emma's head disappearing as she focuses on his fingers lowering his zipper and slowly peeling down his denim along with his underwear. His erection springs free from its confines and stands proudly. He gives her a sexy smirk and Emma blushes, knowing she's staring rather unashamedly.

"Come here" she breathes, and opens her arms in front of him. Killian smiles and hovers over her, his elbows beside her holding his weight off her as Emma rests her hands on his back. She lets out an "oh" as she feels his erection pressing deliciously against her thigh.

His face is inches apart from hers when he speaks softly, "You're stunning, love"

Emma blushes. It's cheesy and clichéd but oh so romantic and it makes her heart flutter. She feels his hand on her body again, his palm caressing a spot slightly above her mound, "So this is the tattoo?" he asks, his eyes darting down to find a black anchor on her left hip.

"Yes" Emma answers, "An anchor. It was two years ago I think. Ruby got one – something to go along the lines that "you need an anchor to keep you down"

"I like it" he says before he kisses her, Emma tasting herself on his lips and she can't help the moan that escapes her lips. His hand finds her breast and he tweeds the nipple between his fingers, Emma burying her hand in his hair to pull him down against her.

She traces her fingers down his chest as he kisses a pattern down her breast, taking his slow and sweet time to literally kiss, touch, and caress every inch of her body. But Emma grows impatient; her recent orgasm doing next to nothing to sate the flame between her thighs, moreover making her desperate as she now craves his touch again. Taking matters into her own hands, quite literally, Emma brings her hands down to where his erection is pressing against her. She palms him, eliciting a hiss and a "fuck Emma" out of him, as she strokes him lightly, smearing the precum on the rest of his cock.

Killian pulls away her hand and pushes her hips so she's settled at the back of the bed, a pillow underneath her head allowing her to watch him more clearly. He stretches out towards his side table, and procures the much-needed object. He winks at her as he tears the foil packet open with his teeth, and soon sheaths himself, Emma staring at the tight muscles of his abdomen and biceps. Killian meets her admiring gaze and winks. He positions himself at her entrance but instead of going in, rubs himself on her swollen flesh, feeling her moist heat on his throbbing cock.

"God Killian…please…don't tease" Emma panted out as his cock kept hitting her clitoris with every move up, "please" she said and felt Killian's lips on hers once again before he muttered, "As you wish, love".

He rested his hands on her hipbone as he slid inside her slowly, both groaned loudly once Killian filled her till the hilt, her wet heat surrounding his cock. Emma brought her ankles around him, digging in his ass as she pleaded, "Move, please move"

And he did, thrusting inside her with a steady speed, feeling as if he was on fire. He gripped her hips as he increased the speed, now to an almost frantic pounding inside of her as he registered and memorized all of Emma's cries and moans as she clenched around him, reeling into her second orgasm of the night. Her release triggered his, washing over him as he milked inside her, his head dropping between her breasts as he finally came down from his high.

Emma brought her arms around him, caressing his shoulder blades, "That was amazing"

"Aye it was" Killian breathed out against one of her nipples, still buried deep inside her. He could hear the erratic pounding of her heart, mirroring his, until it gradually settled down.

Emma pressed a kiss on his head, her fingers roaming on his back as she felt completely spent with the two most intense orgasms of her life. She felt him move, slipping out of her and lying on his back beside her as he discarded his condom. She missed the connection immediately and turned towards him, being greeted by a sincere smile on his face.

He brought one hand under her head, Emma moving hers to curl around his waist as he pulled her closer to him, their legs tangling.

"Are you alright, Swan?" he asked, gazing down at her with his too blue eyes.

"Never better" she answered him, placing a kiss on his chin as she nuzzled his neck, smiling against it when she felt him kiss her forehead and tighten his hold on her.

They smiled brighter than they had for a very long time as they let sleep take over them, still clinging to each other.

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