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A Helping Hand	By : Hookedonapirate Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 8245 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Killian was in a daze as he sat next to Liam at the table, trying his best to suppress the impish smile from his lips. He was still tingling from his orgasm, and hoping he wasn't letting it show. Liam and Elsa were closely observing him, but didn't seem to suspect anything.

“Feeling better, brother?” Liam inquired, amusement in his tone.

It took everything in Killian to not give in to the smirk that threatened his lips. He cleared his throat and gave a nod. “Aye. More than better, in fact.” He was not at all exaggerating. Killian came to the conclusion that being with Emma simply made him better in more ways than he could count on his good hand.

“Emma's not back yet. I think should go and see if she's okay, she's been in there for a while,” Elsa spoke up in concern.

“Aye, maybe she’s feeling under the weather,” Killian offered, barely able to maintain a straight face.

Elsa nodded in agreement and set down her napkin as she started to get up.

“Hey, what's going on?”

The three of them turned their attention to Emma, who was now approaching the table and taking her seat. Elsa paused and eyed her suspiciously.

Emma appeared to be much more relaxed and cheerful, and Killian could sense that she too was trying to hold back a grin.

“I was just getting ready to check on you, to see if you were okay,” Elsa explained as she adjusted and relaxed in her seat.

Emma shrugged casually, picking up a dessert menu and scanning it over. “Never been better. Just stepped outside for some fresh air.” Emma didn’t notice the questioning glances Elsa and Liam shot her way. “So who's up for dessert?” she asked, never tearing her eyes from the menu.

“You sure you're okay?” Elsa asked dubiously.

Emma finally lifted her head, looking up at Liam and Elsa with a warm smile as she set down the menu. “Yeah. Why wouldn't I be? Two of my best friends are getting married.” Emma extended both of her hands over the table, offering them to her friends. They still seemed skittish, but they each took a hand regardless. “I'm really happy for the both of you.”

“Thanks, Emma. You know, you will find someone who will make you as happy as Liam makes me,” Elsa said, blushing. “Maybe Graham will be that someone?”

Killian clenched his jaw and Emma shook her head as she released her friends’ hands.

“I doubt it. It's just one date.” She looked over at Killian, flashing him an apologetic smile, which put him at ease a bit. He knew that Emma wasn't really going out with Graham. And besides, the Irish man wasn't the one who’d just had fantastic sex with her, so, Killian could live with the facade. He managed a smile, and Emma’s grin only grew more wicked as he felt a bare foot rubbing against his leg. She flashed him a wink, making his cheeks heat up.

“Okay, I'm with Emma. Let's get some dessert,” Liam announced and grabbed the menu as Emma took a sip of her drink. “What about you brother? Do you want some?”

A devilish smirk pulled at his lips as he gazed across the table at Emma. “I already had dessert.”

Emma choked on her wine, coughing and almost spitting it out. She set the glass down as Killian quickly handed her a clean napkin. She took it graciously, her eyes full of amusement as her cheeks filled with blush.

“You okay, Em?” Elsa asked as she glanced at her friend in concern.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” A faint smile took over Emma's lips as she shifted, causing the playful kick that he felt to his shin. He flinched, trying to bite back a groan as he immediately grabbed her ankle, soothing his thumb over her smooth skin and massaging the arch of her foot.

He could feel her tremble under his touch, but she didn't pull her foot away, and instead rested her heel on the front edge of his seat right in between thighs, pressing delicately against his crotch.

Liam and Elsa were eyeing the dessert menu together over the table, oblivious to what was going on underneath it.

“So you already had dessert?” Liam asked him curiously.

“Aye,” Killian nodded.

“Yeah… uh I forgot that Mary Margaret brought by some chocolate cheesecake for Killian and I.”

“Did they bring over any extra? I love her cheesecake. It's so good.”

“Sorry, she only had two slices left.”

Liam pouted in disappointment, but chose something that was similar.

Killian handed Emma the menu, quietly thanking her for the save. “You should still get something. You can never have too much dessert, love,” he said with a wink and a provocative smirk.

Emma’s cheeks filled up with blush as she smiled coyly and took the menu.

“Agreed, especially since Killian's paying,” Liam joked with a hearty laugh.

Killian rolled his eyes.

“Actually, Killian and I will share the bill. We’re here to celebrate your engagement and this is your night, so dinner’s on us, right Killian?” Emma offered, but Killian quickly shook his head.

“No need, love, I'm footing the bill, myself. Because I'm always a gentleman, I will not allow a lady to pay for dinner.”

Liam chuckled. “He's right about that. Sorry, Emma, that's a battle you won't be able to win. You should know that by now.”

Emma sighed. “Really, I’m fine with splitting it, Killian.”

He could see the elation in her eyes fade to something more of apology or regret, like she felt bad, perhaps about how she had acted the last few weeks. He could tell she felt that she needed to make up for it, but really as long as they were on good terms, he could forgive her one hundred percent. In fact, he’d already forgiven her. “Only if you wish, Emma. I would happily pay the entire thing.”

“It’s the least I could do without paying the whole thing myself, but I know you would never let me do that,” she said with a small smile.

“You are correct about that.”

“So, how are you two getting along, anyway? I take it you worked things out?” Liam asked curiously.

“Aye, we did. It was a huge misunderstanding is all.”

“Ah, well I’m glad. And again, I’m sorry for my part in it.”

“I’m glad you two worked things out, too. Liam can be a meddler sometimes,” Elsa teased. Liam had filled her in on the details a while back, when the three of them had dinner and Emma was babysitting Leo.

“Elsa has certainly helped to show me the error of my ways. And I promise, I will not try to tell either of you who not to be with.”

“It’s fine. Killian and I are back to being friends, and everything’s back to normal. Let’s just drop it shall we?” Emma suggested. Killian could sense the hint of irritation in her tone.

“Of course, Emma.”

The subject was soon forgotten as they ordered dessert, discussing other things, such as the upcoming camping trip. Emma decided that she wanted to come along with them and was bringing the Nolans as well. Each couple would be sharing a tent, and that left Emma and Killian securing a tent of their own. He of course would have preferred sharing one with her; it would certainly make more sense, but he knew that for now, the two of them were keeping their relationship or whatever one would call what was going on between them, under wraps.

After the four of them left the restaurant, Killian decided to ride home with Emma. The brothers and Elsa agreed they didn’t want Emma driving through the city in the dark.

“Didn't you hear about the road rage incident in Pennsylvania? People are reduced to shooting others in the head for cutting them off nowadays,” Liam argued.

Emma appeared to be annoyed, she didn’t hesitate to agree, but Killian could sense that she was trying to mask her affections for him. However, as soon as her friends were in Elsa’s blue Jeep Wrangler, and she and Killian were in her yellow bug, Emma climbed in Killian’s lap. She was straddling him as she tugged his head back by his hair and smashed her lips into his, kissing the hell out him. He groaned and wrapped his arms around her small frame, letting his hands roam her back as their tongues twisted around the other, creating sparks throughout his entire body. He knew that she had waited to do that ever since their tryst.

Emma eventually had to peel herself off of him, so that Liam and Elsa wouldn’t grow suspicious as to why they were so far behind them, especially since they were supposedly departing from the restaurant at the same time.

Leaving Killian breathless, Emma managed to collect her bearings before driving them home safely.

Elsa’s jeep was already parked when Emma and Killian arrived. They walked into the building together and shared a kiss outside Emma’s door before they finally had to part.

“So, you're okay with keeping us a secret for a while?” she murmured breathlessly, still clutching onto the lapels of his jacket.

His heart fluttered at the word ‘us ’. “Aye, love. Anything you wish. We’ll tell them when we’re ready… when we’re both ready.”

She nodded in agreement and planted one last, slow kiss on his lips before finally letting him go. She was blushing as she reached for the knob of her door, staring back at him. He smiled and willed himself to walk backwards across the hall, unable to tear his eyes off the minx who was apparently fixed on being his death. He winked at her, making her grin widen before saying goodnight with her eyes. They reluctantly stepped inside their respective apartments.

“Ah, there you are. I was starting to get worried. Did Emma take the long way home?” Liam questioned as soon as Killian came through the door.

“No, just got stuck behind an old lady,” Killian fibbed with a chuckle. He joined Liam on the couch and they chatted lightly. Elsa and Liam had decided to go their separate ways for the night. She always encouraged him to spend some bonding time with his brother, and Killian was grateful for that. Milah had never expressed the same sentiment towards Killian’s relationship with Liam. In fact, it was quite the opposite. She always craved Killian’s attention whenever she took time out of her married life to see him. She acted like spending time with her was a privilege, even if it meant his relationship with Liam suffered because of it.

When the brothers said goodnight and went to their rooms, Killian reached into his pocket, pulling out Emma’s lacey thong that he had kept as a souvenir. He smirked as he felt it in his hand, admiring it and thinking back to the evening’s activities they had engaged in. His body was still on fire, he could still feel her soft curves on his fingertips, and smell her enchanting perfume.

His thoughts were abruptly interrupted when his phone started vibrating in his suit jacket. He shoved the pair of panties back in his pants pocket and pulled out his cell, peering at the screen.

Emma: Night, Killian. Pleasant dreams.

A wide grin curved his lips as he typed a reply.

Killian: No worries, sweetheart. I'll be dreaming of you, so naturally they’ll all be pleasant.

He sent the text before adding on to it.

Killian: ...and not just the naughty ones ;-)

Emma responded not a moment later.

Emma: lol, I'll be doing the same with you, I'm sure ;-)

Kilian: Goodnight and sweet dreams to you as well, love ;-)

With that, he set his phone on the night stand before stripping down to his boxer briefs and draping his dress suit over the desk chair in his room. He slipped into bed, laying his head down and drifting off to a blissful sleep with thoughts of Emma playing in his mind.

~*~

Emma was in the bathroom the next morning, brushing her teeth when her phone dinged on the marbled counter. Peering down at the screen, she picked it up with her free hand, hoping it was from Killian. She felt butterflies fluttering around in her stomach, just thinking about him. However, she frowned, seeing the text from Graham that was aimed at finalizing their plans for breakfast. Crap , she’d forgotten to text him last night to cancel. She’d been too distracted, thinking about the insanely hot sex that had transpired between her and Killian.

Graham: Good morning, Emma. Just wanted to see if we were still having breakfast. I must say I'm very much looking forward to it.

Emma sighed, studying the words while thinking back to what Killian had said about him. She wondered if it were true, or if Killian had just been making it up out of jealousy. Emma set down the cell and turned on the faucet, spitting out the lathered toothpaste into the sink. She gathered a pool of water in her hands and rinsed out her mouth before spitting it out and drying her lips with a washcloth. Grabbing her phone before leaving the bathroom, she started texting him back, intending to test out this theory swarming around in her head. She wanted to see if the Irishman was sincere or not.

Emma: Yeah, I'll be there :-)

Graham: Excellent.

Emma’s thumb drummed on the screen as she contemplated what to say that would begin to unravel the truth.

Emma: By the way, I wanted to apologize about the other night. You never did tell me what the fight between you and Killian was all about.

Graham: Yeah, about that, I do apologize for ruining the night.

Emma's brows furrowed in confusion. She was expecting more of an explanation, when he he started typing again.

Graham: But he did start it. I was just saying how beautiful you were when he lashed out and threatened to break my neck. Not that he could anyway, because he only has one hand. Sorry to say, but Killian’s an arse. I hope that he hasn't been bothering you.

Emma was seething with anger at his words; she didn't appreciate this guy calling Killian names or making fun of his injury, especially since Graham knew nothing about him.

She entered her bedroom as she thought of a response. Of course, she thoroughly enjoyed Killian bothering her, but she couldn't very well tell Graham that. She couldn’t say that the arse he was referring to banged her against a restroom stall last night, giving her the most incredible orgasm she'd ever experienced in her life — well, one of the six most incredible orgasms. Emma didn’t think that would go very well, and it would of course spread to David and Mary Margaret. And the Nolan woman was incapable of keeping a secret, so it would end up getting back to Liam and Elsa.

Not that it was the worst of Emma’s problems — it was far from it. Her main problem was getting this Irishman off of her back; she had an inkling that what Killian had told her about him was true. In Fact, it probably didn’t begin to touch on the absolute true nature of who Graham really was. Emma was bound to find out though.

Emma: Yeah, he is an ass, but I can take care of myself.

Graham: I’m glad you agree. And I am sure that a lass like you can take care of yourself, but I’m just looking out for you. You should’ve heard the vile things he was saying about you.

Emma started to grow more irritated and angry. She knew that Killian would not say anything bad about her. She knew that Graham was lying. Besides, Emma and Killian had just mended things, kind of , after the last time words were said and misconstrued by someone trying to interfere with their relationship. Emma wasn’t about to let that happen again. From now on, they would figure out issues together. She had learned her lesson and still felt the regret anchored in the pit of her stomach because of how things had transpired. She should've talked to Killian instead of overreacting and trying to seek revenge. She knew this was something she had to work on, and she was willing to try. She really wanted things to work out with her and Killian.

Emma began typing a retort when she received another message.

Graham: The lad’s a one-handed pervert. You deserve so much better than that —someone who would actually be able to pleasure you.

Emma’s jaw dropped. She couldn’t believe what he just sent her.

The fucking audacity of this asshole!

She’d about had it with people making fun of his disability. Emma certainly didn’t see it as such, but other people seemed to get a kick out of using his lost hand against him.

She erased what she had written before and started typing something else.

Emma: Yeah, I'll bet ;-)

Graham: Mmm, glad you agree. Maybe we could just skip the breakfast and get to the pleasuring ;)

And there it was — the proof that Killian had been telling the truth. Emma was fuming with anger as she typed a response.

Emma: Patience, we’ll get to that. First I need some caffeine. Why don’t you order something for me when you get to the cafe?

Graham: Of course. What would you like?

She pursed her lips together, trying to decide. Not that it really mattered. Emma wouldn’t actually be drinking it. She started typing out a hot beverage, but then she backspaced and wrote something else.

Emma: How about a frozen mocha with extra chocolate syrup and whipped cream?

Graham: You got it. I’ll see you there.

Emma smiled mischievously.

She arrived at the cafe in a pair of navy blue stilettos, a matching pencil skirt and a white blouse. Her golden blonde curls were bouncing with an evident determination in her step as she wore an artificial smile.

Immediately spotting the smug Irishman in expensive-looking grey slacks, a dress shirt and tie, Emma paused and took a deep breath. She then marched over to his table as he looked up, a broad smile taking over his lips.

“Emma, you look…” he breathed, his eyes bugging out of his head as he started to stand from his seat. Emma quickly grabbed his shoulder, forcing him to stay put.

“No need to get up for me,” she said sweetly. “In fact, I won’t be staying long.”

Graham’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “But I thought-”

“Yeah... and everybody thought you were a decent guy.” Emma’s smile never faded as she grabbed the drink that he’d ordered for her. She tilted her head, her grin growing into something more satanic. “But people aren't always what they seem.” Emma removed her straw and lid, setting them on the table as Graham watched in bewilderment. “I’ve learned that people tend to be more on the disappointing side, with a few exceptions. So, I’m sorry to soften yourhardon , but maybe this will help cool you down a bit.” With that, she held the beverage over his lap and tipped the cup over, letting all of it’s contents fall directly into his lap — the whipped cream, chocolate syrup and the dark frozen solid chunks that soiled his freshly pressed suit pants.

“What the hell?! That’s freezing cold!” he shouted, immediately standing from his seat, letting the coffee mess spill onto the floor as he grabbed some napkins, attempting to clean himself off. “These pants were over two-hundred dollars, you stupid bitch!”

Emma’s smirk only widened. “Maybe you’ll think twice about talking about Killian the way you did.”

“The guy’s a fucking wanker with one hand!” Graham spat furiously.

Emma flashed him a scowl. “He may only have one hand, but he certainly has more balls than you do! You led my friends to believe that Killian had no right to start that fight. You led them to believe that you were completely innocent, but you and I both know that you’re not,” she snapped at him, an unmistakable fury behind her words.

Graham stepped towards Emma, grabbing her arm before she could turn around to leave. Customers around them were starting to stare.

His grip was tight as she tried to pull away. “Ow, you’re hurting me!” He loosened his hold, not wanting to cause anymore of a scene, and Emma managed to escape before slapping his face, making him jerk his head to the side. He soothed his cheek with his hand, regret and embarrassment in his eyes. “Don't you ever talk that way about Killian again! And leave my friends alone! You’re not even worth their time.” Turning on her heels, she quickly walked away, not even allowing him to reply.

She went to work uncaffeinated and steaming with anger, but she was satisfied that she would not have to worry about Graham asking her out again, or making fun of Killian. And boy, what a waste of coffee, but it was certainly put to good use.

Emma had a busy day at work, and was looking forward to getting a chance to actually have a much needed conversation with Killian, and just spend some time with him. She knew it would be difficult since they were keeping their relationship a secret, but is was certainly doable. And perhaps, Liam and Elsa would be too preoccupied with their wedding plans to even suspect anything.

Emma came home early that evening, but was still utterly exhausted. She decided on changing into something comfortable before texting Killian to see if he wanted to go out and do something. A smile was blooming over her lips at the thought as she quickly unlocked the door and stepped through the threshold.

However, when her eyes fell upon the sight in front of her, Emma’s face twisted and turned beat red as she instantly covered her eyes with her hand. “Oh my God! I'm so sorry!” she called out as she spun around and fled the apartment.

“Sorry, Emma! We didn't think you'd be home for another hour!” she heard Elsa call after her.

“Still, a tie on the door, or some sort of sign to warn a person would have been nice!” Emma yelled out as she slammed the door before heading back downstairs. She shook her head, trying to erase the images from her mind, but then again, maybe this mishap was something bittersweet — an opportunity, rather. Ideas started to spark as Emma left the building and sent Elsa a text with an eager smile on her face.

Emma: Don't worry about it, please. Obviously, you and Liam need some alone time, so don't expect me home tonight. Take all the time you need.

~*~

Killian took a shower after he got home from work, dressing casually in jeans and a t-shirt before making a few more adjustments with his hair. Liam was over at Elsa’s so he was hoping to spend time with Emma when she got back from the shelter. He was contemplating just sending her a text when he left his room and heard a knock on the door.

His brow was raised in curiosity as he went over and answered it.

A grin quickly took over his lips as he saw the gorgeous blonde standing at his doorstep with pizza and a warm smile. She was also holding what appeared to be a bottle of wine.

“Hi, lass. To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?”

“Hey…” Emma cooed, her cheeks filling with blush. “Do you mind if I crash here tonight? I brought pizza and sparkling grape juice, because I know of your affinity for your favorite pizza and your disinterest in wine,” she offered, a hopeful plea showing in her eyes and on her pouted red lips. She looked so adorable and sexy; how could he have possibly turned her down? Not that he wanted to.

“You know me so well. I’m definitely sold,” he said with a bashful grin, relieving her of the pizza box before stepping aside to let her in.

Emma shrugged as she entered, turning to face him as he closed the door behind her. “You’re not very difficult to please, and it sounded better than arriving at your door empty handed.”

“Love, anytime you feel like crashing here, empty-handed or not, please do,” Killian told her, kissing her sweetly on the cheek before walking over to the table and depositing the pizza on top of it. Emma followed behind him, setting the juice next to it. He approached her again, still in awe that she showed up tonight as he slipped his hands over her hips, bringing her closer.

Emma smiled weakly, looking at him with her big, sparkling green eyes, clutching onto his arms and soothing her hands over his muscles. “Are you sure I'm not interrupting? I'm learning that I have a tendency to do that,” she said with a small laugh.

Shaking his head, he lifted his hand to swipe some stray hairs behind her ear, speaking in a soft tone. “Not at all, love. Even if you were, you know that I always enjoy your interruptions,” he teased with a playful smirk, adding a wink to the mix. “Our relationship thus far has been based on interruptions.”

“You're correct about that,” she tittered, wrapping her arms round his waist. “In fact I'm a bit disappointed to find you fully dressed,” she teased with a sly smirk.

Killian flashed her one back. “I’m sure we could rectify that later on. You’re wearing far too many clothes yourself, darling,” he teased, eyeing her outfit. “I do have to admit, you look rather fetching in that ensemble, but it’s not very appropriate for lounging around and eating pizza in.”

Emma laughed, looking down at the clothes she was wearing. “You’re probably right, but I do not wish to go my apartment right now to change.”

Killian lifted a brow in curiosity. “Why’s that, love?’

“Remember when I said I have a tendency to interrupt? Well I wasn’t just referring to you,” she sighed. “Apparently, Liam and Elsa didn’t get much alone time after their engagement, and they’re making up for it now. Let’s just say, I saw a side of them that I never want to see again.”

Killian’s smile instantly fell at what he guessed Emma was trying to tell him. “You mean, they were…?”

Emma pulled away from his hold and went to the closet to remove her heels, slipping out of them one by one. “Oh, yeah. I walked in on them before I went to get the pizza. They were having sex on the coffee table,” she complained with a groan, bending down to pick up her shoes.

Killian’s face contorted in distaste at the images Emma was supplying him with, however, he couldn’t help but stare at her tight, scrumptious-looking butt that was hidden underneath her skirt while she set her stilettos down on the closet floor. It somehow took out the painfulness of the situation they were discussing. “Well then, I don't blame you for not wanting to go back there. That’s certainly a sight I do not care to see.”

Emma came back up, shutting the closet door before turning around to look at him. “Tell me about it. I’m going to have to burn my retinas out to rid myself of the image of your brother’s bare ass.”

Killian frowned as he closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around her torso. “You saw Liam’s arse? What else did you see?”

Emma eyed him suspiciously as she curled her hands around the back of his neck. “Are you jealous that I saw your brother naked?” she teased playfully.

“No, but I don’t like the idea of you seeing someone naked, besides me of course,” he answered with a smirk.

Emma laughed in obvious amusement, shaking her head. “I only saw his backside. And believe me, it’s not as nice as yourbackside,” she said, sealing her assurance with a soft kiss. Killian instantly surrendered to her lips and everything else she offered him. As he pulled Emma closer, her perfume was fogging up his senses, along with the taste of her tongue.

However, he couldn’t help but wonder if she’d be there with him right now if it weren’t for the unsightly display in her own apartment. Killian pulled away slightly, gazing into her soft, green depths. “Is that the only reason why you came over here? To get away from that?” he asked, hoping her answer would be no.

Emma’s brow contracted, her expression growing more serious; she almost appeared to be offended at the accusation. “Of course not. I actually came over so we could talk and spend time together.”

Killian grinned at the reassurance. “I would like that, love. Why don’t you change into something comfortable and we can eat before the pizza gets cold,” he suggested with a smile. “You can wear one of my t-shirts.”

Emma smiled again, intrigued by that idea. “Sold. Although, I better borrow some shorts as well, just in case Liam and Elsa decided to move their amorous activities over here for some reason.”

Killian chuckled. “Alright, let me get you something. I think I’ll change as well. We’ll have a pajama party, what do you say?”

Emma snickered. “That would be fine, except, I normally sleep in my birthday suit, so maybe that wouldn’t be very appropriate for eating pizza.”

“I am not opposed to that idea, love. However, I would not be able to have a civil conversation, with you wearing nothing, I’ll get you something to change into,” he chuckled.

“Okay,” Emma agreed.

He went to his bedroom to throw on a t-shirt and pair of sweatpants before fetching some clothes for her to wear.

Emma came out in an old New York Giants jersey that he’d acquired from Liam, and a small pair of gym shorts he’d worn in high school that weren’t overly big on her and had an elastic waist so they wouldn’t fall down. Not that Killian would’ve minded if they did.

He shook the thought from his mind as they both gathered plates, napkins and wine glasses, along with the pizza. “Here, I have an idea, love. Let's grab a picnic basket and take this elsewhere.”

Emma lifted a brow, her eyes full of curiosity and intrigue. “You want to have a picnic outside in the dark? We’re in our pajamas,” she reminded with a laugh.

Killian just flashed her a small grin and kissed her lips. “A little trust, Swan. Just follow me.” He retrieved a picnic basket, filling it with the supplies, and Emma carried the pizza.

“Okay, lead the way,” she encouraged playfully.

He led her out the door and up to the rooftop. Emma looked skittish when they emerged from the building, until she took in the view of the city. It was a clear night and the sky was black, apart from the city lights and the stars scattered in every direction. The breeze was cool, but being early-summer, it was a comforting change from the blazing sun of the daylight.

“It's a beautiful view,” Emma pointed out as they found a spot and set down their picnic.

“Aye, it is. Almost as breathtaking as you, sweetheart, but not quite.”

Emma smiled and blushed at his words as she took out the blanket, spreading it over their designated spot.

“You’ve never been up here, love?” he asked in astonishment. She’d lived here much longer than Killian, so naturally, he figured she had.

Shaking her head, she anchored herself on the blanket, sitting Indian style as he joined her. “No, I haven't.”

“Well, we’ll have to come up here more often than. It's the perfect place to sit and think.”

Emma nodded in agreement, and they rested against the railing as they took out the supplies and ate under the stars, chatting and enjoying the other’s company. Killian had to admit the pizza in this city was unlike any he’d ever eaten before. Since he'd moved here from England, he'd experienced a lot of things he wasn't accustomed to back home, including the sweet blonde sitting beside him.

“So, tell me, love… what would you like to talk about?” he asked her, not wanting to choose and start discussing something she was uncomfortable with.

Emma finished chewing a bite of pizza and washed it down with a sip of her juice before wiping her fingers with a napkin and tilting her head to look at him. “Well… first of all, I feel like I owe you an explanation for being a total bitch the past few weeks.”

Killian’s heart sank at her words as he took her hand in his. “Emma… you are anything but that,” he assured, offering a smirk. “Feisty, definitely, but you had a right to be mad. What Liam did wasn’t right.”

“True, but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I should’ve given you the benefit of the doubt. I should've trusted you. It’s just that…” Emma let out a long breath, as though to relieve herself from the heavy weight on her shoulders, “my entire life has been full of rejections. First, my parents when they left me on the side of the highway. Then it was foster home after foster home. None of the other children liked me; they teased and bullied me. And I was adopted three times, but I was always sent back to foster care because the parents had babies of their own and didn’t want me anymore. So, eventually I ran away. The first people to actually accept me were David and Mary Margaret.” Emma's voice became shaky as he slipped his hand in hers, urging her to continue with a soft smile. “That night when you told me you didn’t want to take advantage of me, it still felt like rejection, because that’s what I’m used to. I’m always waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

Strings were pulling at his heart hearing her confessions. He brought her hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss to her knuckles. “I’m sorry, love. Believe me, I know how it feels to be rejected.” Killian looked at her solemnly, but he didn’t want to think about how Milah had ripped his heart out of his chest. He wanted to listen to what Emma had to say. He wanted to spend time with her without putting a damper on the evening.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s not your felt. It just hurt so much more because it made me realize that I had feelings for you. So every time you were trying to be a gentleman, I kept trying to shove those feelings away by only seeing rejection. And I lashed out because of it. I’m really sorry for the way I treated you and for not believing you about Graham.”

Killian flashed her a weak smile as he released her hand, brushing his thumb over her cheek. He hated that he had caused her to be upset, but he was surprised that she was bringing up the Irishman. “You believe me now?”

“Yeah, of course. I know you would never say anything bad about me, and I knew you were telling the truth, but I wanted to find out for myself.”

Killian lifted a brow in curiosity. “And did you?”

Emma sighed. “Yeah, I did. He texted me this morning to finalize our plans, so I made him believe that we still had a date. I tricked him into exposing himself. And you were right; he only wanted to get into bed with me, and he also said some awful things about you.”

Killian’s jaw was clenching, thinking of that Irish bastard, how he had spoken of Emma at the club and how he thought of her as an object. “Did he try anything with you?”

She shook her head. “No, I just showed up to the cafe to spill my frozen coffee drink in his lap,” she said with a laugh, easily melting away the awkwardness of the conversation.

Killian smiled at her proudly. “Oooooh, that sounds painful, but I must say, the wanker deserved it.”

“Yeah, talk about having a case of the blue balls,” Emma quipped with a laugh.

Killian chuckled, pointing a playful finger at her. “See, I told you, Swan; you are one feisty lass.”

“Yeah, well hopefully my friends will realize what a douchebag he is.”

“Do you plan on telling them?”

“I'm not sure. I kind of want them to figure it out themselves, because otherwise they’ll think I’m just exaggerating.”

“Maybe so. But you said the two of you were texting. Did he say anything through text that you could show them?”

“Actually yes, I saved the nasty texts he sent me. You are brilliant,” she complimented, leaning into his space and kissing his cheek.

He grinned smugly and shrugged his shoulders. “I know.”

Emma's features grew more serious, the laughter dying in her throat. “By the way, I’m sorry that I dragged you to the club just to make you jealous.”

“I told you love, it’s okay. You were upset. I have to say, up until then, I quite enjoyed your methods of punishment.”

Emma blushed, looking over at him abashedly.

“Never in my life have I been so turned on by someone eating a pastry before. That was quite erotic if I do say so myself.”

Emma snorted, her face beat red. “Oh gosh, I can’t believe I did that. I honestly don't know what got into me.”

“Anytime you feel the need to tease me like that, I will not be opposed.”

“Be careful what you wish for. I might just take you up on that,” she taunted, and they both shared another laugh.

When they finished eating, they brought their everything down to his apartment and went to the kitchen, cleaning up after themselves. Emma used the bathroom as Killian got settled into his couch.

~*~

She came back a moment later with Elsa’s hairbrush and a hair-tie around her wrist. She sat down next to Killian, brushing her hair, trying to get the small knots from the day out of it.

They decided on a flick to watch, and Emma was about to run the brush through her hair again when Killian offered his good hand to her. She eyed him curiously, arching a brow.

“Here, allow me,” he said, gesturing towards the brush.

“Oh, I was just getting ready to braid it.”

“No worries, I can do that for you too.”

“Okay,” she surrendered with a laugh, handing it over to him. “If you insist.”

Killian turned and patted the spot in front of him. “I may need your assistance, because I haven’t done this since before I lost my hand.”

“You’ve done this before?” she asked, getting settled in front of him.

“Aye, with Milah. She also had long hair, only it was much darker,” he explained, running his hand through her long, golden mane of hair before taking the brush through it.

“How long were you together, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“It’s okay, love. We were together for three years. The first few months, I had no idea she was married. Then, after I found out that little piece of information, she was always trying to convince me that she was getting a divorce. But deep down, I knew she never would, especially after I left the Navy. She was too ashamed of me.”

The area between her brows wrinkled in confusion. “She was ashamed of you for losing your hand?”

“Aye. Ashamed and embarrassed.”

Emma's heart constricted. “I’m sorry. That’s awful.”

“It’s okay, love. I think things turned out better in the end. If Milah hadn’t ended it, then I wouldn’t have moved here, and I wouldn't have met you.”

Emma managed a smile, although he couldn't see it. “Has she tried to get in touch with you since that night I talked to her?”

“She has, but I never answered her calls, nor have I returned any of them. She told me that she could learn to deal with the fact that I only have one hand, so I deleted all of her messages.”

A sharp gasp escaped Emma’s lips, and she turned around to look at him, disrupting his ministrations on her hair. “She said that?”

“Aye,” he murmured, his dark blue depths full of wreckage.

Emma turned back around, facing away from him again, anger bubbling up inside her. “You know, if I ever meet her, you’ll have to hold me back to keep me from breaking the bitch’s face,” she muttered fiercely. Who in the world would let go of a man like Killian — especially over a hand, or lack thereof? Emma couldn't fathom the idea of being embarrassed by him.

Killian’s light chuckle sounded in Emma’s ear. “I have no doubt that you could, love.”

“Any woman would be lucky to have a man like you on her arm.”

“Thank, you love,” he murmured softly. She could tell he was a bit taken off guard by her comment.

“No need. It's true.”

“Well, I must say, you are quite the woman.”

“Says the man braiding said woman’s hair.”

They shared a laugh before the air grew silent.

Killian came closer to her nape, bringing the strands together and carefully holding a section of hair in his prosthetic hand. Goosebumps crawled over her arms as he got too close to her neck, short, hot breaths on her skin. A small smile was gracing her lips as he moved the brush to the top of her head before bringing the handle to his mouth, holding it with his teeth while bringing the hair into a loose ponytail.

“I thought you were going to braid it.” Emma spoke softly, not wanting to disrupt the silence that had created a more comfortable and less daunting atmosphere between them.

Killian breathed out a laugh and took the brush out of his mouth, placing sweet pecks behind her ear. “I’m going to. Be patient, love.”

Emma’s skin tingled as he created a path of kisses along her neck, stopping right over her collarbone and marking the pale skin with little nibbles and bites. She sighed pleasantly, slumping her shoulders to allow him better access. Killian’s kisses relaxed her from the pent-up stress of the day like a magical remedy. She could feel his smile against her collarbone as he peppered a few more kisses before straightening his back and focusing on the task at hand.

She rolled her eyes and huffed, blowing the free strands of hair out of her face.

Putting the brush aside, he parted her hair with his fingers, using his prosthetic hand to assist him as he intertwined the pieces from the top of her head, french braiding her golden locks.

Kissing her nape again, he secured the end of it with the hair tie, and breathed out a long sigh. “All set, love.”

Emma smiled and touched her hair carefully, getting a look at the tail end of it as she swept it over her shoulder.

Turning around to face him, her cheeks were flushing with warmth when her eyes met with the small smile playing on his lips, and the deep blue, loving eyes that were studying her intently.

“Beautiful,” he whispered adamantly, his eyes dancing with adoration, “a delicate princess on the outside with a fiery storm in her heart.”

She laughed lightly, the blush in her cheeks growing hotter. “I must say, I’m impressed with the braid. It’s much better than I could've done. And you didn’t even need my help.”

Killian exhaled deeply, resting his forehead against hers. “It was not a problem, love. It’s like learning to ride a bike, I suppose. Once you learn how to, you never forget.”

She hummed softly, cupping his jaw in her hands, just enjoying the moment.

There was a comforting silence in the room as Emma burrowed her face into the crook of his neck, and they shifted into a more comfortable position. Killian's arms were wrapping around her as she rested her head on his shoulder, feeling his heartbeat fluttering gently under the palm of her hand.

~*~

Killian peered down to admire his blonde beauty as she breathed slowly, the porcelain skin and delicate features of her face currently framed by the french braid he’d done in her hair. Her eyes were closed, long lashes resting against her cheeks. Emma had fallen asleep, resembling that of an angel, so peaceful and content. He could easily watch her sleep all night, but decided they’d both be more comfortable in the warmth of his bed.

Carefully scooping Emma up securely against his body, he stood from the sofa, carrying her in his arms as he made his way to the bedroom. She was still sleeping soundly when he gingerly deposited her into the bed.

Leaving her side to shut his door, he removed his prosthetic hand and t-shirt before slipping into bed beside her, covering them up in blankets. Emma stirred and sighed quietly as she turned on her side, resting her head on his chest. With a log, deep exhale, he wrapped her up in his arms, reflecting on the events of the evening.

Killian woke the following morning, a warm smile gracing his lips when he became aware of the warm, delicate figure in his arms. The bright rays of sunlight were streaming through the bedroom windows, so he buried his face into the back of her neck to block it out. Letting out a soft sigh of content, he gripped her tighter, pulling her body even closer against his own. He was so relieved that they had talked things out and that she was no longer upset with him. He was glad he had been gifted with the opportunity to get to know her better.

He was satisfied with just holding her innocently in his arms, however, he soon became vaguely aware of the morning erection starting to grow in his pants. He tried not to think about it, or let it overwhelm him, but that was an increasingly difficult task.

Then she moved , very lightly rubbing her butt against his stiff member.

“Mmmm… good morning to you too,” she rasped out with a strangled giggle.

He was unable to stop the sleepy, muffled groan that escaped his lips, and felt her quiver in his arms, which only spurred him on. His hand drifted over to her hip, grabbing Emma securely and tugging her towards him as he gently pressed his erection against her ass.

She moaned and met his movements with a gentle thrust, causing his erection to grow even harder. He kissed Emma's neck and the back of her head through her hair, the alluring scent fueling his arousal. He knew they both had to be up soon, getting ready for work, but he decided he wouldn't be able to get through the day without a blissful release. It was her fault, really. Her soft moans and the subtle movement of her ass against his hardness very much intrigued him.

His lips continued their way down Emma’s neck, eliciting a pleasant sigh from her mouth as his hand slipped underneath her shirt, cupping one of her breasts and squeezing the soft weight in his palm. Continuously grinding his erection into her, a string of moans fell past their lips as she mirrored his movements with her hips.

Emma reached behind her and slipped her hand into his pants, grabbing his shaft and lazily stroking him as he palmed her breasts, his fingers gently tugging on her nipples. It became very warm under the blanket as he repeatedly rocked into her touch, letting his arousal subdue him.

Their movements and sounds of pleasure soon became blissful torture, both of them seeking more friction. Emma released him, turned around and sat up, letting the blankets fall from her body as she leaned over him. With a wicked smile, she greedily pulled down his pants, thus allowing his hard length to breathe as she threw the cotton material on the floor. He rolled over to his back as she removed the shorts from her legs to straddle his hips. Before he could blink, her hand was on him again, moving up and down his length, this time with more fire. He let his head fall back against the pillow, closing his eyes. “Fuck... that's bloody amazing, love.”

“You like it when I touch you?” she asked, her voice seductive, yet shattered from desire and sleep.

“Gods, yes,” he uttered with a rough groan, opening his eyes again to see the big grin plastered on her face, and her green emeralds glowing and full of hunger as she licked her lips. ”But if I’m being honest, I'd rather be inside you, love.”

Emma trembled at his request. “You want me to ride you, baby?” she asked breathlessly, persistently stroking him in her hand.

“Fuck… please...” he growled out, begging her shamelessly. He was on the edge of exploding in her hand. “Little minx.”

She looked rather fantastic in his jersey, but when she pulled it off of her gorgeous body, tossing it carelessly to the floor, he was not about to complain. His eyes were hungrily sweeping over her naked form, her nipples hard and perfectly pink under his gaze.

He was biting his lip in anticipation as Emma lifted her hips and guided him to her entrance, her sweet nectar coating his tip. His wanton little vixen was slowly sliding down his shaft, eliciting a feral growl from his throat as she lowered her hands to his chest, flexing her fingers and digging her nails into his skin.

“You feel bloody fantastic, darling,” he murmured, his fingers digging into her hips to guide her as she started to move quicker. She was so wet and warm as she rolled her hips back and forth, slowly descending down his length inch by inch, until he was fully enveloped within her.

Killian reached for her breast with his good hand, enjoying the gentle weight in his hold. They were both rocking the bed in a smooth rhythm, gentle curses and groans escaping their lips. Their eyes were locked in a heated gaze as Emma straightened her back, and he released her boob, grabbing her hand and entwining their fingers as her free one clutched on to the bicep of his injured arm. Their breaths were erratic as he enjoyed the view, her slim, naked form draped in the sunlight, her skin glowing as she continually moved up and down him, slowly riding his dick. Her french braid was still intact, splayed over her shoulder and off to the side as her exquisite breasts were carelessly bouncing up and down with every thrust.

“Bloody beautiful,” Killian whispered with a groan, bucking his hips up even harder, making her her cries louder in volume and higher in pitch.

“God, Killian… I’m so close.”

“That’s it love… Fuck me harder… I want you to come around my cock, love,” he drawled out, feeling his peak nearing him as well.

She screamed out and leaned over him to capture his lips, her thrusts becoming erratic. Killian was lost in her kiss — her warm depths — his hand descending to her ass, gripping her tightly and pulling her onto him more sharply.

His muscles started convulsing, her walls fluttering and tightening around him, squeezing him as she rode him through his orgasm, both of them moaning with every final thrust. They were gripping and tugging onto one another, kissing intensely and clinging onto anything within reach as their consistent cries of pleasure were flying out of their mouths. With ripples of pleasure washing over him, Killian shot his seed into her, slowly stilling his movements. Their breaths were heavily brushed over the other’s skin, hearts pounding erratically when she collapsed into him, both of them sheathed in sweat.

A few minutes had passed when Emma rolled over to lay beside him. They were still trying to reassemble themselves as they heard a knock on the door.

“Killian? You in there?”

Bloody hell .

A sharp gasp passed through both of their lips, Emma’s eyes growing wide as she quickly lifted the blankets, pulling them over her head to keep herself hidden.

Before Killian even had a chance to answer, the knob was being turned, the door being flung open. Why the fuck didn't he lock the blessed thing? he berated himself inwardly.

“What the bleedin’ devil do you want?” Killian asked in a panic, quickly looking over to see that Emma was well cloaked as he propped himself up on his elbows, turning his head to face the other Jones again.

Normally, he would’ve been furious that his brother just decided to come bursting into his room, but Liam seemed so giddy and happy, Killian didn’t care to rain on his parade. Besides, he was still floating on his own cloud of happiness, he couldn't really find it in him to be angry.

“I’m engaged, little brother!” Liam boasted proudly, practically bouncing around the room with a broad grin plastered on his face.

Killian raised a brow in bemusement. “I’m aware, older brother. Now, can’t a poor bloke get some sleep?”

Liam shook his head doubtfully, placing his hands on his hips. “Please... we both know you were wanking off in here.”

Killian’s cheeks grew red with embarrassment, knowing Emma was listening to every word, he could even sense the silent laughter underneath the blankets. “What do you want, you ponce?” he asked, beginning to grow irritated.

“I just wanted to collect your suit because I’m going to the dry cleaners.” As Liam answered, he made his way to the other side of the room, stealing the clothes he was referring to from the desk chair and draping them over his arm.

“Thank you. Is that all?” Killian asked spitefully.

Liam looked around the room, seeing the clothes scattered all over the floor. “Aye, but would you mind doing your laundry? We're going camping in a few days remember? You’re going to need clean clothes, and I'm not doing it for you.”

“Aye, Captain,” Killian said with a mock salute. “I will. Thanks for the reminder.” There was a hint of sarcasm laced in his words as he rolled his eyes.

Liam started to head for the door before pausing and turning around. “Oh, have you seen Emma by chance? Elsa and I scared her off last night with our… amorous activities,” he said with a sly smirk.

“Nope. Haven't seen her,” Killian replied casually. He wondered if his brother was suspicious about her actually being in the room, but if Liam were, it wasn’t at all apparent in his features.

“Alright, I’ll leave you to it. See you tonight.”

With that, Liam was out the door in a flash, and Killian and Emma both breathed a sigh of relief as she poked her head out from the covers.

“Do you think he could tell that I was in here?” Emma asked, worry etched in her lovely features.

Killian kissed her brow, gently caressing her cheek with his thumb to ease her anxiety. “I don't think so, love.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. After last night, I doubt he’s noticing much of anything else,” Emma joked with a laugh.

“Except for my clothes being on the floor,” Killian added with a small chuckle.

“Yeah he’s a stickler like that.”

“He was a Captain back in the day,” Killian reminded, looking over at her with a smirk playing at his lips. “But, enough of him,” Killian murmured, his voice low and husky as he leaned in, leaving a trail of kisses from her chest, to the tops of her breasts. “Now, where were we, love?” There was a bit of mischief dancing in her eyes as she flashed him a flirty smile.

“Hmmmm, I don't remember. Maybe you could remind me?” she spoke innocently, batting her eyelashes.

Killian growled and pounced, pulling the covers up over both of them before tickling her. Emma was squirming and emitting gales of laughter as he peppered her face in soft, affectionate kisses before they engaged in another round of pre-work sex.
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