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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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“You wanted to speak with me about something?”
Emma was pulled from her daze, her hand almost loose enough to let the phone slip from her grasp. She was wearing a smile on her face and biting on her bottom lip, thinking about the yesterday morning’s festivities in bed with her blue-eyed neighbor. Actually, she'd been wearing one since she’d left his apartment. Apart from Liam walking into the bedroom, it had truly been a pleasant morning. It was the best morning she’d had in… probably ever .
It still amazed her that both of them had made it to work on time.
“Emma?”
Blinking suddenly, she quickly shook the thoughts from her mind. “Yeah, sorry, what were you saying?”
“Um… you wanted to speak with me?” David questioned again.
“Oh right. Yeah… actually, could I meet you and Mary Margaret after work?”
“Yeah, sure, but remember, we have our bowling league tonight?”
“Right, I know. It won’t take long. I'll meet you two at your place at 5:30 before you go.”
“You got it. See you then.”
Emma showed up at the Nolans’ place as planned and sashayed up to their loft with nervous butterflies in her stomach. In honesty, she had been so caught up in her thoughts she’d forgotten that every Wednesday, the Nolans had their bowling league. Emma had never really been a fan of bowling, she wasn't very good at it, so on many occasions she would babysit Leo for them while they went. But that was before they started taking the little guy with them.
She reached for the door, ready to walk in, when it was already being thrown open.
Emma cringed, seeing the head of brown curls as Graham emerged from the loft. But when he lifted his eyes to meet her scornful glare, a feeling of satisfaction was coursing through her. The Irishman had a black and blue eye that was all puffy and swollen.
The guy barely even acknowledged her presence as he groaned and shoved past her, continuing down the stairs.
She cautiously stepped inside, not knowing what to think.
When she walked into the kitchen and saw Mary Margaret tending to David's hand, Emma had to suppress a smile as she gathered conclusions from the evidence presented to her. “Hey, what happened to Graham?” The question was not really out of concern, rather it was out of amusement.
David sighed. “Graham came over, full of rage, and he said some pretty rotten things about you, so I punched him in the face,” he replied, unashamed.
Mary Margaret released her husband’s injured hand, peering up at Emma with eyes of apology. “Emma, we’re so sorry about Graham. We didn’t know…”
“It's okay.” Emma stepped up to her friends, getting a better view of David's hand as she gently took it between her thumb and fingers to observe the damage. It was bruised up, but nothing serious.
David exhaled a deep sigh as he put his other hand on her arm, giving her a gentle squeeze. “I have a feeling you came here to tell us about him?”
“Well, I wanted you both to figure it out on your own, but I didn’t want to see him take advantage of your kindness,” Emma murmured releasing David's hand.
“Well, you don’t have to worry about him anymore. He’s heading back to Ireland.”
Mary Margaret smirked wide and proud. “David threatened him and said if he even went near you again, he would end up being sent overseas in a coffin.”
Emma laughed out loud, although it was more out of shock than amusement. “Really?”
David nodded, his cheeks filling with blush. “Of course I did. No one talks about our Emma that way. Right honey?”
His wife nodded in absolute agreement. “That's correct.”
Emma smiled at that and pulled them both into a hug. “Thank you both for defending me.”
“Of course, Emma. You’re our family, you have been for a long time,” the brunette assured her, although Emma was already well aware of that fact.
Emma pulled away from them, her features growing more serious. “Look, there’s something else I need to tell you both…”
The Nolans both observed her with encouraging eyes. “What is it, Emma?”
“Killian… he was only trying to defend my honor that night at the club. Graham said some pretty rotten things about him too. At any rate, we’ve actually become close, so I was hoping you both could give him another chance.”
“Of course, Emma. Any friend of yours is a friend of ours.”
“She’s right. And we’re all going to be camping together, so it’s best that we all get along.”
Emma nodded in agreement. It had been a long time since the five of them had gotten together because of their busy schedules. Liam and Elsa were more of acquaintances with the Nolans, and Emma was the glue that held them all together.
“Besides, I’m sure Killian will get along with you both. He doesn't really know a lot of people here in the States, so it’ll be good for him.”
“Agreed,” Mary Margaret nodded enthusiastically. “We’re happy to make him a part of the group. Right David?”
He gave her a smile. “Of course dear.” He kissed his wife on the cheek before glancing back at Emma. “Hey… seeing as Graham was going to replace a guy on our league, and obviously he’s no longer going to be there, care to fill the spot?”
Mary Margaret eyed her husband, features creased with worry. “Are you sure you can handle bowling with your injured hand?”
“Are you kidding?” he said casually. “It's not broken. Besides, you know I never miss our Wednesday night bowling.”
Before Emma answered his original question, her eyes were roaming around the apartment. “Where’s my nephew? Is he coming along?”
“Actually, no. He’s at a friend’s house for a few hours. Sorry, Em.”
Emma nodded with a soft sigh. She wasn’t really too enthusiastic about the idea of going bowling, especially considering the fact that her favorite little rug rat wasn’t going to be there to laugh at her every time she bowled a gutter ball, but David did punch Graham in the face for her, so it was the least she could do for her friend. “Well, I suppose I owe you one, Dave.”
A wide grin came over his lips. “Believe me, it was my pleasure, but I’ll accept your offer anyway.”
“I should probably change though. Not that I would know, but I’m betting it’s pretty difficult to bowl in a skirt.”
“Well, I’m sure I have some pants you could borrow,” David offered.
Emma laughed. “You know I’m not opposed to getting into your pants, but I don’t think yours would fit me anymore,” she teased him playfully. That had been a long-running joke between them when the three of them had lived together while going to college. Emma would always wear his sweatpants when lounging around because they were more comfortable than her own. She always preferred men’s clothes to women’s — the more comfortable, the better.
David frowned at her statement. “Are you saying I’ve gotten fat?”
Emma pursed her lips in contemplation, looking him over as she playfully slipped her hands around his waist, giving him a light squeeze. “Hmmm, let’s see… you have developed some love handles, but that's okay… you know I’d love you no matter what,” she assured with a laugh before letting him go.
David was pouting and Mary Margaret was playfully rolling her eyes. “Alright, would you two quit flirting so we can make it to the alley on time?”
“Yes, dear,” David said to his wife as he placed a sweet kiss to her lips.
Emma went home to change into clothes that were more appropriate for the evening before the three of them rode together to the bowling alley through the busy city.
Surprisingly, Emma actually had a good game.
It was her and the Nolans against another team, and they took the lead. Of course, David almost always scored a strike, even with an injured hand, and Mary Margaret was almost just as good with her combination of strikes and spares. Emma was excited just to get the ball down the middle of the lane without it curving into the gutter.
Between her turns, she kept checking her phone every now and then to see if Killian had sent her a text, but unfortunately there was nothing of the sort popping up on her screen.
Emma was fine with that. Really, she was. The apartment had been empty when she'd stopped by to change, so she texted Liam and Elsa, informing them she wouldn't be home. She wasn't sure if she should let Killian know where she was, though. She certainly didn't want to seem clingy. She didn't even know what this thing was that they were doing. Would it be serious, would it be permanent? She really had no clue. Emma supposed she just wanted to live in the moment, see where things lead. They’d both had bad luck when it came to relationships, so maybe it was best to not rush into the deep end so quickly. It was casual and cautious with the possibility of becoming more… and Emma decided she was okay with that.
It wasn't until they were about to leave the bowling alley when Killian shot her a text.
Killian: I hope you are having a good time, love (Liam and Elsa informed me you went bowling).
Emma: So, you're not checking up on me? (Not that I'm complaining… too much)
Killian: Lol, not at all. You are free to do as you please, I just wanted you to know that I've been thinking about you… that is if I'm allowed to say so of course.
Her smile was big and bright as she read the message and replied back.
Emma: Hmmm… I'll have to think about that one… I haven't decided if you're allowed to or not, just so you know…
Killian: Well, if I'm not, then I've already crossed that line several times. In fact, I've been a very NAUGHTY sailor . You should probably do something about that ;-)
She had to bite her tongue to keep herself from moaning.
Emma: Is that so? And what do you suppose I do?
Killian: I’m not sure… maybe we could think of something tomorrow night… perhaps while we do our laundry together? I always enjoy doing laundry with you ;-)
Emma: And how do you know I haven't done mine already?
Killian: I'm just taking a wild guess, love. Maybe I'm hoping you haven't yet…
Emma: You might possibly be correct about that…
He was.
~*~
“You sure there's nothing you wanna tell me, little brother?”
Killian gave Liam an eye roll before taking a swig of his beer — Gods , the stuff was awful. The ale from where he was from was so much stronger than what the Americans tried to pull off as beer, but he swallowed it down anyway. It was better than looking his brother in the eye. Ever since the evening before, Liam had been nagging him about the same bloody thing, and it made Killian wonder if his brother had figured out Emma was in the room with him, and was trying to drag it out of him.
“For the millionth time, Liam, there is nothing I need to tell you,” Killian grumbled.
“Can't you boys play nice? Elsa asked them as she joined them on the balcony and slipped into Liam’s lap, her hand encasing her large blue mug as he snaked his arms around her waist. Meanwhile, Killian was wishing his lovely Swan were with him.
“We could, but what fun would that be?” Liam replied with a chuckle.
Elsa rolled her eyes at him.
“Do you see what I have to put up with?” Killian teased. “I just feel sorry that you have to marry him.” That statement earned a scowl from Liam.
Elsa laughed as though she were not disagreeable. “I know. Poor me.” Liam pouted as Elsa leaned in to kiss his nose. “We love you Liam.”
He rolled his eyes. “It sure sounds like it.”
“Hey… sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to let you guys know I was back.”
Killian quickly yanked his head around to see Emma emerging from inside of the apartment.
“You are not interrupting.” Liam and Killian were about to say the same thing, but Elsa beat them to it.
“She's right, Em,” Liam added.
Killian never tore his eyes away from her, and of course he was stunned by her presence like he always was. Even then, he was still able to notice the lack of chairs and was about to get up to give her his when Liam spoke again. “Killian, you ponce, get the lass a chair or give her yours.”
“Oh, it's fine,” Emma assured them with a wave of her hand. “I'm going to bed soon anyways. I'm sure Killian won't mind sharing for a bit.”
Before Killian could get up or protest, Emma was sitting on the arm of his chair, giving him an excellent view of her perfect ass.
“So, how was bowling?” Liam asked her with a laugh. “Did Charming work his typical magic and score a perfect game like he always does?”
“Not exactly. He injured his hand, so his game was a little off. But he was still better than Mary Margaret and I.”
“How did he manage to injure his hand?”
“Well, my date with Graham ended up being a disaster… it turns out the guy's an ass.”
Killian gritted his teeth and clenched his fist at the thought of the Irish bastard as Liam and Elsa listened intently.
“He got out of line and was saying some pretty awful things about me, so David punched him.”
The three of them gaped at Emma in shock.
“Wait… you are talking about the same bloke right?” Liam asked.
“Yeah, he can get a bit protective at times, believe me. You don’t mess with the Charming family. But the good news is that Graham is heading back to Ireland.”
“That’s a relief,” Killian blurted out with a deep sigh, drawing Elsa and Liam’s eyes toward him. Killian cleared his throat nervously, thinking of something to add to that. “We certainly wouldn’t want a guy like that hanging around, especially if he talks bad of our Swan, am I right?”
“Exactly. That is good news.” Elsa glanced at Emma, flashing a smile.
Killian became more relaxed as they started talking about more pleasant topics — wedding plans and camping. Killian was looking forward to spending some time in the wilderness, and (hopefully) stealing some quiet moments with Emma.
It was a cool night as they looked out from the balcony, gazing up at the stars. Killian took the opportunity to slide his hand around Emma’s waist, giving her hip a gentle squeeze before continuing to her bottom. He had to steady his breathing, thinking about the things he could do to that lovely ass of hers. He started caressing and grabbing at her derriere as she looked down, a small smirk curving her lips.
He was actually envious of his brother because he wanted to hold Emma in front of their friends and family like Liam did with Elsa, instead of hiding their relationship in the shadows. This was for the best though, he deemed. Neither of them were ready for that yet.
They eventually had to part ways and retreat to their separate apartments, but Killian knew it was going to be a long night not being able to hold Emma in his arms.
~*~
Emma’s hand slammed down on her alarm clock, and she cursed underneath her breath, feeling a desperate urge for some coffee as she dragged herself out of bed the following day. She didn't have to be at work for the rest of the week, but she set herself an early alarm so she had time to pack and gather supplies for the camping trip. For the past few weeks, they had been planning and purchasing everything they needed for the trip, now it was a matter of getting everything together. Emma was somewhat of a procrastinator in that department. She still had to do laundry, which was perfect because a certain blue-eyed neighbor would be joining her to do the same thing.
To top it off, Liam had actually given them a list of supplies they needed to bring — a freaking list! Not that either of them were surprised. The three of them had a good laugh and teased him pretty bad for it (with love, of course). He was certainly the OCD of the group and he had planned and organized the trip to every last annoying detail. He even specified what types of shoes she was allowed to bring. Emma wanted to take her high heels with her just so she could receive that look he always gave when he was scolding her, but then she’d have to get the lecture along with it. And she'd have to wear high heels in the woods.
Emma threw on some clothes and trudged her way to the kitchen with a groan. She had gone to bed naked last night, touching herself after Killian had gotten her all worked up on the balcony. But her hand was a poor substitute. She craved the real thing… she craved it badly. Sex with Killian was fantastic — throw the emotions she felt for him into the mix and well… it was skin-tingling, toe-curling, over-the-moon spectacular, to say the least.
In the midst of pouring some freshly brewed coffee into a mug, she heard yelling from outside the apartment. The front door was suddenly being flung open and Elsa was bursting into the apartment with a huff. Liam was hot on her heels, wearing nothing but his boxers, and his hair was a rumpled mess like he had just climbed out of bed. Elsa was dressed in her pajamas and Liam’s hooded sweatshirt, storming around in a flurry of anger.
Emma picked up her coffee mug, clutching onto the warm ceramic surface and cautiously walked out of the kitchen with a raised brow, wondering what was happening.
“It's not what it looks like,” Liam desperately assured his fiancé.
Elsa scoffed. “Oh really?! That's what you're going with, you ass?! The proof was in your pocket!”
As Emma watched everything unfold, she was thoroughly confused… until Elsa held up something in her hands, stretching it out for display purposes before throwing it directly at his chest.
As Liam grabbed it instinctively, Emma's eyes blew wide with horror, heat rushing to her cheeks. Her confusion was quickly replaced by utter embarrassment.
Elsa started making her way to the hallway when Liam called out to her. “Elsa, please… will you just listen?”
With a heavy sigh, Elsa spun around, crossing her arms, impatience and anger flashing in her green eyes. “I'm listening…”
Liam held out the item, letting it dangle from his index finger. “This isn't mine.”
Emma's roommate scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Obviously…”
“No, I mean... I found it in Killian’s jacket when I took his suit to the dry cleaners. I swear, Elsa, it's the truth,” he spoke adamantly. Obviously Emma was well aware he was being honest, considering the fact that the black thong in his hand was hers.
“If that's the case then why did I find them in your sweatshirt?”
“Because... I was at the Dry Cleaners when the clerk found them in the pocket and handed it to me. What in the devil was I supposed to do, just carry them around for everyone to see?
Elsa looked to Emma, who was supposed to be clueless about what was going on, so she shrugged. “Elsa, he's telling the truth. The day Liam cheats on you is the day hell freezes over.”
“Thank you, Em.”
“So, if they were in Killian's pocket, then why not give them back to him?” Elsa challenged, crossing her arms in front of her chest, still unsure about this whole incident.
“I was going to ask you and Emma if you knew anything about it first. Whenever I questioned Killian to see if he had something to share, he denied anything. Emma, has he said anything to you?”
“Nope. Nothin’,” Emma replied as casually as she could.
“Killian didn't say anything to us because it's his private life and you keep trying to stick your nose in it!”
“What the devil is going on? I could hear shouting from across the hall.”
The three of them turned their heads, shocked to see Killian standing at the door. They hadn't even heard him come in.
“I'll tell you what's going on…” Liam started to reply, holding up the garment and flaunting it for everyone to see, “you got me in trouble because I found these in your pants.”
As Killian and Emma were throwing glances at one another, she was pretty sure his face matched the one she’d worn a moment ago; his eyes were widened with panic and his jaw was on to the floor. “Bloody hell…” Killian muttered under his breath once he was able to gather his senses. He then looked at Elsa, nodding his reassurance. “He's right. They were in my pants. Liam would be a dead man if he ever cheated on you, because I'd be the one to put him in his grave,” Killian spoke with a snarl, his voice laced with irritation that obviously wasn't geared towards Elsa; only to his brother. “Now, if you'll excuse me,” stepping up to his brother with evident displeasure in his stride, Killian ripped the panties from Liam’s hand, “I'll just take these back.”
Liam appeared to be offended. “You're not even going to tell me who those belong to?”
Killian didn't answer; instead he took off in a mad dash, slamming the door behind him with a thud.
“Liam, you promised you wouldn't meddle,” Elsa scolded him.
He threw up his hands, features awash with confusion. “I don't get an apology for being accused of cheating?”
Elsa sighed in exasperation as she turned around, heading for her bedroom. “You're impossible.”
“But you're still marrying me right?” he asked with a pout, following behind her.
Emma was still perplexed by the whole situation, and she knew she had to make sure Killian was alright. She took out her phone and started texting him, but he beat her to it.
Killian: I’m really sorry, I forgot that your lovely panties were in my pocket :-(
Emma: It’s okay. It was pretty embarrassing having Elsa and Liam carrying my thong around… but I'll live
Killian: They have no idea who it belongs to, but still, it's not okay. How can I make it up to you?
Emma: Hmmmm… I’m sure I can think of something.
With devilry gracing her lips, Emma conjured something up, her fervid fingers quickly typing another reply.
Emma: What would you say to a change of plans --> meet me in the laundry room in an hour?
Killian: That’s easy, love--> I’d say hurry up and get that cute little arse of yours down to the laundry room so I can ravage you ;-)
Emma: You got it, sailor ;-)
She smiled and finished her coffee before taking a shower. Wanting to be fully prepared for what she knew would happen, she decided to wear a skirt and a tank top, no underwear and no bra. She blow-dried her hair and did a quick braid so it wouldn't get in her way, before typing something up on the computer and compiling her dirty clothes, throwing them into a laundry basket.
~*~
Killian's head was still spinning with what had transpired in the ladies’ apartment. He couldn't believe he forgot about Emma's panties being in his pocket. He could however, believe that Liam wouldn't relent until he found out who the thong belonged to. He didn't know how long he and Emma would be able to hold up the charade, but at least he knew why Liam had been acting strange.
Like he needed an excuse.
Killian was emptying his dirty clothes into one of the available washers when he heard the jangle of keys, the door swinging open and the sound of soft footsteps against the floor.
Killian turned around, finding a gorgeous blonde and flashing a smirk. “Hi, love.”
“Hi.” Offering a coy smile in return, Emma approached one of the other washers and set her basket atop of the one next to it, barely acknowledging him; it was as though he were a stranger.
Killian opened his mouth to say something else when she started loading the machine with a very subtle sway of her hips.
Little vixen .
She was wearing a mini skirt, showing off those gorgeous thighs, and a tank top that did little to hide the hardness of her nipples.
He leaned back against the machine he was still at, crossing his arms as he watched her, wondering if she were wearing any panties.
He was bound and determined to find out.
Emma looked up from her task, turning her head and smiling at him. “Do I know you?”
Ah, so she wanted to play a little game, did she? He was on board with that.
He grinned and came up to her, extending his hand. “I don't believe we’ve met. The name’s Killian.”
She blushed, smiling shyly as she shook his hand. “Emma.”
The contact felt just as electric as when they first met; her touch was soft and warm, sending a heated current through his body.
Emma finally released his grasp, falling back into her task. He wanted to pin her against the damn machine and fuck her senseless, but instead, he continued to follow along with her little charade. He did love when she teased him.
“I'm sorry, love. I don't mean to keep you from your laundry,” he murmured with a soft smirk.
“Don't worry about it. It's nice to meet you,” she said politely, eyeing him only briefly to flash him a wink.
“Same, love. I've seen you around before, but I've been too shy to talk to you.”
Emma turned around, a wicked smirk curving her lips. “Oh?”
“Aye,” he nodded, stepping so close to her they both lost a breath. Wetting his lips, he let his eyes drift down her body, seeing those lovely breasts squeezed in her blouse. It took everything in him to not pounce on her. “In fact, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since I first saw you.” (He didn’t even know how true that statement was.)
His eyes went back to hers, catching the hunger in her eyes as she bit her bottom lip.
“I completely understand, believe me. I was hoping to see you again too.”
Killian lifted a cocky brow. “Is that so?”
She gave him a nod and leaned in, her lips brushing over the shell of his ear, making his cock twitch. “Why do you think I chose this outfit?” she whispered seductively.
"Mmm, that's a very interesting query,” he licked his lips again, his eyes flickering to her pouted pink mouth. “Well, love, whatever you were trying to accomplish,” he paused, grabbing her hand and pressing her open palm against the hard bulge in his pants, “it’s bloody working.”
A silent moan flew from her lips and she batted her eyelashes, smiling innocently while massaging his groin. “I don't know what you’re talking about.”
He groaned and grabbed the edge of the washer with both hands for balance, trapping her in.
“I wasn't trying to accomplish anything.”
A feral growl tore from his throat as she increased the pressure, continuing to grind her hand against his stiff package. “I think you know exactly what you’re trying to do to me.” Killian rocked his hips into her touch, seeking more friction. It felt so bloody good, he didn't want her to stop.
“I see you like being touched,” she murmured in subtle amusement.
“Oh Gods, it feels good. I'm going to come if you keep that up.”
Emma smirked, obviously very proud at the effect she had on him. Then to his dismay, she released him, turning in his arms to pour laundry detergent into the machine.
He felt the loss, a whine of disapproval spilling from his lips.
“Sorry, the load’s not going to start itself.”
She screwed the cap back on, but before she could lift the bottle to put in the basket, Killian sharply grabbed her hips, and slammed his erection against her ass, making her gasp. “I'll gladly give you a load of my own, love.”
Emma moaned and set down the detergent as he grabbed her braid, gently pulling her head back to gain access to her neck. She let her body dissolve into his, her eyes fluttering shut as he pressed several kisses to her collarbone, drawing delicate whimpers from her mouth.
Releasing her hair, his hand snaked its way around her body, easily slipping underneath her shirt and squeezing her breasts. Her nipples grew harder under his touch as he pinched each of one them making Emma pant, her beautiful mouth opened in pleasure.
He was again on the edge when she suddenly turned around, grabbing the collar of his shirt and crashing her lips into his, clearly unable to hold back any longer.
The kiss was fiery, her tongue quickly finding his and moving rapidly against it, eliciting a groan from both mouths. Killian wrapped his arms around her, sliding his hands up the back of her shirt as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss. The pleasure was too good, he only vaguely became aware that they were in the laundry room, and he didn't know how much longer they’d have until someone walked in on them.
Killian gathered every ounce of strength and tore his lips from hers, leaving both of them a panting mess. Emma's lips were swollen, her eyes glistening with lust, hands tightly clutching onto his shirt as he managed to speak, his voice completely shattered. “Love, as much as I want to continue this, someone might walk in on us.”
Emma grinned impishly, her words cracked with desire as she spoke, “No one does their laundry in the middle of the day during the week. Besides, I put a sign on the door that says the machines are down for maintenance.”
Killian arched a brow, intrigued by her brazenness, and also extremely turned on. “What if people call the main office lodging a complaint?”
Emma shrugged nonchalantly, letting her hands drift to his pants, her fingers flicking open the button of his jeans and slipping inside of his underwear. “Oh come on, neighbor… afraid of a little challenge?” Emma taunted as she cupped his balls in her delicate fingers, knowing very well that he never backed down on a challenge.
“Never,” Killian growled and lifted up her shirt in one fluid motion, exposing her breasts and taking the soft, delicate weight into his hands. “Little siren.”
Emma grinned wide and rascally. “Good.” She stroked his hard dick in her hand as he met her movements, rutting his hips into her touch while fondling her breasts. She let a moan escape her mouth and he captured her lips, swallowing the sound. The two washing machines were humming with the sound of water filling them up as Emma released his lips, slowly making her way down his body as she pushed him back a little to give herself more room; at first kissing his jaw, his neck, his chest, then she was moving even lower, pulling down his jeans and taking his rock hard cock from the suffering barriers of his jeans. Before he could even realize what Emma was doing, she dropped to her knees, her breath ghosting over Killian's tip, making his spine tingle. He peered down, watching this blonde-haired vixen gliding her warm, wet tongue over every ridge of his shaft, her emerald greens gleaming up at him as she did. He could see the head of his cock glistening with a bead of white pre-come that was leaking from the slit before she licked it up with her tongue. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as she tormented him, swirling her tongue around the tip of him and lapping at the slit, her hand slipping between his thighs and finding his balls, squeezing them roughly in her delicate fingers.
Once she took him in her mouth, he was an absolute goner. A strangled groan tore at his throat as he moved his hand, cupping the back of her head in his grasp, his fingers sinking into her hair and giving her a gentle push of encouragement. This was the first time she’d ever used her mouth on him, and normally he preferred to be the one pleasuring, but he couldn’t deny that her mouth was so warm and inviting, her tongue so talented, he didn’t want her to stop. His entire body was shuddering with pleasure as he watched her suck him nice and hard. She was so beautiful, swollen red lips wrapped firmly around his throbbing member, devouring him in her wicked mouth and slowly unwinding him. Killian started trembling, a groan leaving his lips as he rutted himself into her, watching his cock, slick with saliva, continuously disappear past her lips as his orgasm swept over him like a heatwave, bursts of pleasure rippling through his body.
“Oh fuck…” It was a shattered whisper falling from his lips as his body began to still, hot come shooting from his slit and down her throat.
Letting him slip out of her mouth with a pop and parting kiss to the belled tip, Emma swallowed his orgasm down, licking her lips to savor the taste. He was clutching onto her shoulders for balance, trying to piece himself together as she stood up.
“That was… fuck … that was fantastic,” he uttered, his breaths shallow and shattered as he kissed her swollen lips before burying his face into the crook of her neck, trying to regain some sort of semblance. He was surprised he could even remain on his feet, his knees were weak and ready to buckle underneath him.
But he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction, he wouldn't let her know just how much of an effect she had on him. Instead, he slipped his hands up her skirt and between her thighs, feeling how wet she was.
And Gods, was she.
“Bloody hell, you're soaked. Little vixen loves sucking cock,” he growled against her skin.
Emma didn't argue. “Only yours.”
“That's good to know, love.”
Exploring deeper, he moved his hand to her center, finding her nub completely bare and as smooth as the finest silk. “You're not even wearing… fuck... ”
He lifted his head, finding Emma flashing him a sly smirk; she knew exactly what she was doing to him. “Now come on… did you honestly think I would?”
Killian growled. “You're right… I should’ve known better. I've become well aware of your rascally ways. You're a naughty little temptress set out to kill a man.”
She didn't even attempt to refute him. Emma knew she would lose if she tried. Then again, maybe he'd let her win.
After all, Killian was highly susceptible to the potency of Emma Swan; in fact, he knew that if he hadn't just ejaculated into her mouth he would have become instantly hard again. She was so slick with arousal, he couldn’t do anything but yank up her skirt, pulling it over her bottom and exposing her perfectly pale cheeks. He lifted her up to the washer, pushing her thighs apart as she leaned back, planting her palms and feet onto the surface of the machine. Her folds were on full display, glistening and aching to be touched; she was like a delicious feast spread out in front of him. And she was allhis.
Sliding his hands underneath her legs, he hooked them around her thighs, pulling her closer to him.
He feathered her clit with his thumb, slipping a finger into her wet heat and pumping lightly. Emma responded with a high-pitched mewl, and started rocking her hips, bracing herself against his hand.
Darting his tongue out, he licked his lips and breathed her in, letting the intoxicating scent assault his senses.
“Killian, please, just…” she begged him from above.
He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her folds and smirking against her sensitive flesh. “Just what, Swan?” He wanted to give her what she craved, but at the same time, he wanted to award a taste of her own medicine. Leaving a few kisses up her milky, decadent thigh, he made his way to her center and blew a hot breath over her clit.
Emma moaned, thrusting her hips in anticipation. Killian chuckled, and with deliberate slowness, he circled his tongue around her opening, making her quiver underneath him.
“Just fuck me — fuck me hard with that tongue of yours,” she demanded, her eyes screwed shut, voice strangled.
“Such a greedy little thing,” he teased with a grin, but before she could respond, he was sinking his tongue inside of her warm channel, licking up her unique flavor.
“ Oh …” she whispered out her approval with deep relief. “ Oh yes …”
He couldn't exactly describe how sweet she tasted, but as responsive as she was to everything he was doing to her, his body was reacting with the same zeal to everything she was offering him. He growled, lapping up her sweet nectar as though he’d never get another taste of her ever again.
Emma failed to stifle her moans; he could hear the soft, broken curses tumbling from her mouth.
Wrapping his lips around her clit, he sucked her in his mouth, moving his tongue with various speeds and rhythms. He felt her squirm and shudder in his arms, one of her hands weaving through his hair and gripping him tightly. A growl tore from his throat as he pressed his fingertips more roughly into her skin, spreading her legs even further apart for better access. His Swan tasted so good, he devoured her with perfect finesse; he knew she loved every minute of it.
“Killian… oh God...”
He slipped his wet fingers into her warmth, effortlessly pumping in and out, and tonguing her delicate folds. Every lick and nip and suckle of her juices brought her closer and closer to the edge; she was soon crumbling, a wet mess in his mouth.
Her body was shuddering and falling apart as he flicked the tip of his tongue over her swollen clit, his fingers finding that certain spot inside of her that had her toppling over the edge. Silent curses and moans were pouring from her lips as her body tensed up, her nectar exploding out and coating his fingers and face. He greedily licked everything up as she panted, trying to catch her breath; her skin was flushed with a brilliant shade of pink and she looked utterly wrecked. The sight was absolutely stunning.
However, the weary state she appeared to be in didn't stop her from grabbing him and capturing his lips, her tongue warm and eager, indulging in the taste of her own juices.
His groan was muffled in her mouth, his hands grabbing her tits as he decided how he wanted to take her. He could have easily slipped between her thighs and fucked her right there, but how often did they get to have sex in the deserted laundry room without getting interrupted? Tearing his lips from hers, Killian took her hand and helped her down from the machine before turning her around, his hands finding her breasts again. Emma moaned as he bent her over, her hands bracing against the edge of the washer for support as he spread her thighs apart and stepped back, squeezing and caressing her luscious bare bottom. She started grinding into him, eliciting a growl as he slapped her sweet behind, marking her ass as his . Emma gasped, her entire body twitching at the sudden contact.
“Bloody tease,” he muttered, admiring the pink print on her flesh and soothing it with the palm of his hand.
Emma craned her neck to look at him, flaunting a wicked smirk. “You love it.”
He drew back his lips in return, grinning at her like a Cheshire cat as he shoved his pants down, letting them fall to his ankles before wrapping his hand around his rock hard length. “Fuck, you know I do, love,” he groaned out, guiding himself to her dripping entrance. Gods above, she was still dripping. Killian shuddered as a whimper flew from Emma's mouth. “Bloody hell.”
This time, he didn't take his time; once the head of his shaft was kissing her warm folds, he grabbed her hips with both of his hands and started to move, pushing and stretching through her velvety walls.
They were both moaning in relief as he fucked her roughly against the washing machine.
Letting his hips take control, he easily became high on the thrill of possibly getting caught; or maybe he was just high on her . Nevertheless, it was a challenge he didn't regret accepting.
Killian peered down between their bodies, watching his shaft disappear into her pink folds as he lowered his hand and pressed his thumb to her back entrance. Emma was encouraging him with soft whimpers as he started feathering her hole, his hips never abating the quick powerful thrusts.
“Oh god… more… please,” Emma begged, shattered moans falling from her lips.
He was more than happy comply.
Killian extended his hand to her mouth, letting her suck his finger to get it wet before gently pressing it into her puckered hole and slowing inching his way inside of her tight channel.
They shared a groan at the contact.
It took all of his strength not to collapse from the feeling of her ass around his finger and her warm folds around his cock.
“Bloody hell, Swan…”
He was obsessed with her gorgeous butt, and as he was plunging his long finger even further inside of her ass, he was hoping that one day she would let him explore the territory more thoroughly with something thicker.
“How's this, love?”
“Oooh yes… so good…” Her voice was strangled as he pounded her hard and dirty until she was screaming out his name and reaching her peak again.
“Gods, you’re exquisite when you come.” His voice was rough, completely shattered as he carefully pulled out his finger.
Allowing her to fall from her orgasm, he began fucking her more slowly, his hand seizing her braided mane of hair and tugging on it gently. He picked up the rhythm and speed, punishing her beautiful cunt with every thrust. The sounds of pleasure resonated in the space of the room, and could easily be heard over the noises of the washing machines.
He suddenly grabbed her shoulders, sharply pulling her up straighter and plunging into her hard and fast — the pleasure was so intense, they were both crying out every time he pounded into her depths.
Killian grabbed her braid, yanking her tighter against him while wrapping his arm around her waist to hold her up securely. His good hand found her pert breast, squeezing the perfect weight while roughly slamming into her wet pussy.
He was so close to the edge, but he wanted to make sure his lover was thoroughly satisfied before he got off again. Reaching down and slipping his good hand to where they were joined, he brushed two clean fingers over her clit; she was so wet and sensitive, he knew it wouldn't take long to bring her to another orgasm.
“Killian- Oh God!”
Emma was crying out and tilting her head back onto his shoulder as he whispered into her ear, “That's it baby… fuck … squeeze my cock. You're bloody hot when you come for me.” His words had her screaming out unabashedly, her walls clamping around him as she shuddered violently, climaxing once again.
Relinquishing her hair, he grabbed her hips, slamming into her a few more times, and with a relieved groan and a silent curse of her name, he found his own release, emptying his come within her depths; only then did he start to slow his movements, his body awash with mind boggling pleasure.
Her legs began to buckle underneath, so he wrapped her up in his arms before she could fall, their bodies moving against one another, breaths long and heavy.
Dragging his lips across her ear and nuzzling her lobe with his nose, he hummed a sigh of content. “Mmmm.” The corners of his mouth were curling into a satisfied grin as he pressed kisses along her neck. “Perhaps we should do laundry together more often.”
Emma managed a lazy laugh, giving him a nod. “Agreed.”
They took a few moments to compose themselves before pulling apart, righting their clothing and moving their laundry to the dryers.
They retrieved their baskets before returning to their apartments. They came back down again once the clothes were dry and couldn't keep their hands off of one another. Killian had never had so much fun doing laundry.
The next morning, Killian rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he hauled himself out of bed. He threw some clothes on and drank some coffee before he could even attempt to do anything else. His brother was already up, meandering about the apartment.
Killian collected his camping gear, making sure to grab the bag that held his tent (he would never hear the end of it from his older brother if he forgot the damn thing). He was looking forward to their trip though, and conjuring up ways to steal a few moments with Emma while they were away. He couldn't hold back the smile from his lips, just thinking about her. Okay, and maybe he was also thinking about their fun time in the laundry room. “So, you're not going to tell me about this lass you've been seeing, or who she is?” Liam asked as they were adding the last items to the organized stack of various other things that were packed away very neatly.
Killian sighed at the question. Why couldn't Liam just let it go? “I told you, it was a brief encounter. I'm not seeing anyone.”
“Right little brother.” Liam walked past him, giving him a brotherly pat on the shoulder as he made his way towards the kitchen, “I almost believe you.”
Killian rolled his eyes and turned around just as the door flew open, a flash of blonde hair flying past him. Arching a brow in curiosity, he watched Emma enter the kitchen, grabbing something from the pantry as Elsa entered the flat, closing the door behind her.
“Ha!” Emma pulled a box of pancake mix, holding it in front of Liam's face. “You took my pancake mix!”
Liam crossed his arms, his eyebrows knitting together as he flashed a playful scowl. “And tell me, Em, how many things have you taken from my apartment?” he asked, lifting his left hand and counting his fingers, “Flour, eggs, milk, coffee grounds, laundry detergent, two flathead screwdrivers — which you never returned, by the way — a wrench,” he continued on until he had no more fingers left to count. “Oh, right. It's more than I can count on my two hands,” he said holding up his open palms.
Emma huffed, appearing guilty as she possessively wrapped her arms around the box. “Well… I had a craving for pancakes this morning, and I was going to make everyone breakfast, but seeing as you were holding the mix hostage, you don't get any,” she sassed, pointing a firm finger at him.
Liam lifted his wrist, glancing at his watch. “We don't have time for pancakes. We’re leaving at 0900 hours, which means we have to be ready in precisely fifty minutes,” he lowered his arm, his eyes spanning over her pajama-clad form, “and you're not even dressed yet.”
Emma stuck out her tongue at him before turning and walking away from him, her mouth curling into a small smirk as her eyes connected with Killian’s. “I'm so sorry you had to grow up with him,” she said quietly.
Liam glared at her through squinted eyelids, sticking his tongue back at her.
“Well, come on, I've never been confined to such a strict schedule on vacation before. I mean just look at your luggage,” Emma shrieked, gesturing her hand towards the barricade by the door. “Who on earth needs this much stuff for camping?”
Liam shrugged, eyeing her in confusion. “What? I like to be prepared for anything.”
Emma rolled her eyes and looked at the other two people in the room, deciding to ignore Liam. “Killian, would you like to join me and Elsa for breakfast?” she asked him.
Before Killian could answer, Liam interjected. “We’re getting breakfast on the way there. Didn't you read your itinerary? I included all of the stops we’re making along the way. Besides, as I mentioned, we don't have time.”
Emma groaned in frustration. “Fine, but I don't know how you expect me to do anything on an empty stomach.”
Tilting his head to the side, Killian smirked in agreement. “The lass has a point.”
Liam glanced at his brother, obviously offended that his brother would take Emma's side. Shaking his head in disapproval, he averted his gaze to Emma. “You are so stubborn.”
Emma huffed and held up the box in her hands. “And you ain't got no pancake mix!” She spun around and shuffled towards the door as Liam called out behind her.
“Emma, wait!”
Killian and Elsa exchanged glances; they were thoroughly amused and entertained by what was happening.
With a heavy, defeated sigh, Liam stepped up to her, asking for the box of pancake mix with a gesture of his hand. “Fine, how about I make breakfast while the three of you get ready? I want everything packed and ready to go by 0900, got it?”
As though it were practiced, Killian and Emma both stood straight, sticking out their chin and lifting their right hand to their forehead in almost perfect synchronization, offering a mock salute. “Aye aye Captain,” the two of them chanted simultaneously.
Liam scolded them and Elsa laughed as Emma scurried out of the apartment and slammed the door.
Surprisingly, Emma was dressed and ready by the time the Nolans arrived at nine o’clock.
“Do you have everything on the list I gave you?” Liam asked Emma after they were done loading up the minivan he had rented for the trip.
She rolled her eyes. “Yes, I have everything I need.” Emma looked over at Killian, winking as Liam closed the backdoor of the van, and he couldn't help but notice the mischief buzzing in her eyes.
“Em Em!” Leo ran up to Emma and jumped in her arms as she bent down scooping him up.
“Hey kid. Missed you,” Emma murmured, dropping a kiss to his forehead.
“Hey, Killian, I just wanted to apologize to you about Graham. If I would've known-”
Killian turned around, seeing the warm expression on David’s face as they shook hands. “No worries, mate. I heard you gave him quite the left hook yourself,” Killian said with a chuckle.
“After the way he talked about you and Emma. Of course I did.”
“Trust me, David’s much tougher than he looks,” Mary Margaret teased with a laugh as she put her arm around her husband's back.
David studied her, a frown etched in his features. “And what exactly is that supposed to mean?”
The brunette’s smile grew brighter. “I’m only saying you look like you couldn't hurt a fly, honey.”
“Alright, I think we’ve got everything. Everyone ready to go?” Liam asked the group.
With everything loaded at nine thirty, it was then time to argue about who was riding with who. Their options were David’s truck with him, his wife and son, or the jam-packed van with Liam and Elsa, who would more than likely be talking about their wedding plans the entire time.
“Killian, how about you ride with us? We can get to know each other more.”
Killian flashed David a wary smile, unsure of whether he should agree. The man seemed kind enough, and he meant a lot to Emma, so he supposed he should give him a chance.
“But I wanna ride with Em Em,” Leo whined as Emma set him down on his feet.
“We can swap along the way, how about that?” she asked Killian.
“I suppose that's fair.”
“Alright, then it's settled. Let's go folks. We have a long drive ahead of us,” Liam reminded them.
Emma glanced at Killian as they exchanged blushing smiles and started walking backwards to their assigned vehicles, saluting at each other in silence.
Emma disappeared into the van and Killian started for the cab of the truck when Mary Margaret put a gentle hand in his arm to stop him. “Don't be silly, you can sit in the front with David. You two will get along great, I just know it,” she chanted exuberantly.
Killian offered up a smile as he climbed into the front passenger’s seat. Not that he minded the idea of getting to know the Nolans, but he was bummed that he wouldn't get to ride with Emma. Even when they arrived at the campsite, he feared the quiet moments between the two of them would be severely limited.
“Relax, Killian. Our friends don't call us the Charmings for nothing. We certainly know how to entertain our guests, even during road trips. Right sweetie?” he asked his wife.
“That's right.”
Before roaring up the engine, David looked back, seeing that Mary Margaret was focused on buckling Leo into his seat. He then leaned into Killian’s space, planting a firm hand on his shoulder as he flashed him a menacing grin that sent shivers down Killian’s spine. “Emma’s like a sister to me,” he murmured, squeezing Killian’s shoulder just a bit, “so you're going to tell me what exactly your intentions are with her, because I would hate to see you worse off than what I did to Graham. I'm sure Emma would be heartbroken, wouldn't you agree?”
Killian gulped, mustering a nod. “Aye, mate. Believe me, you and I are on the same page.”
David was staring him down intensely, trying to decide if Killian were being sincere or not. He may have been a kind man, but Killian was already well aware of his capabilities when it came to his loved ones, and he wasn't as dumb as Graham was. Not that Killian would ever dream of hurting Emma, anyways.
“Good.” David finally loosened his grip and turned towards the steering wheel, putting the truck in reverse as he backed out of the parking spot, flashing Killian a wink. “Just you wait, by the end of camping trip, you and I are going to be best friends.”
Killian gave him a half-hearted grin before looking out the passenger window, swallowing another lump in his throat.
This was going to be a long trip, indeed.
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