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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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Emma knew the drive to the campsite would be long, but this was certainly exceeding her expectations. It didn’t help that when Elsa and Liam weren't talking about wedding plans, Liam was constantly interrogating her about Killian since she’d assured him wholeheartedly that they were only friends. Now he seemed insistent on taking advantage of that detail. Damn stubborn British men. The only thing that kept her sane was sneaking a peek at her phone every now and then to see a text from Killian pop up on her screen. Her heart did not do flip flops every Goddamn time. Certainly not.

Killian: Hope your ride is better than mine. My palms are sweating from David’s interrogation, making sure I’m not up to no good.

Although Emma was a bit annoyed by her friend and the fact that he was making Killian uncomfortable, she had to laugh a little. She secretly enjoyed how protective David was; it was something she had grown accustomed to since she’d met the Nolans.

Emma: Don’t know if I would say it’s better per se, seeing as your brother is getting his kicks from trying to siphon information from me. He thinks you are hiding some big secret from him.

Killian: Ahh, but you forget, love, I AM hiding some big secret from him in the form of a gorgeous siren—YOU. Not that I’m not complaining. Happy to keep such a wonderful thing to myself. Though I do have to apologize on behalf of my brother. He can be a bit overbearing, as you know.

Emma snorted and typed a reply

Emma: A BIT overbearing???? I’m afraid you’ve misspoken because I believe you meant to say A LOT overbearing… and in that case, I’m fully aware.

Killian: LOL you are right, love. He’s indeed overbearing sometimes—most of the time.

Emma: That I can definitely agree with. And by the way, I’m sorry about David. He can be quite overbearing too.

Killian: Aye, I’m surprised he and Liam aren’t best mates. Then again, perhaps they’re both too competitive and would only butt heads?

Emma: Perhaps you’re right. I’m sure we’ll find out though. This trip will certainly bring them closer together.

Killian: I wish I could say the same for you and I. I would certainly like to be closer to you ;-) We may not have that opportunity though :-(

Emma: Who knows? We may have more than you think.

Killian: Oh, is that so? Do tell.

Emma snickered.

Emma: ah ah, I'm not telling. You’ll just have to wait and see…

Killian: I’m officially intrigued. I look forward to seeing what you have up your sleeve.

Smirking, her fingers flew over the keyboard as she typed out her response.

Emma: You should be more intrigued by what I’ll have down your pants ;-)

Killian: Bloody hell woman… ugh I can't wait… minx.

Emma: Me neither.

“What are you back there laughing and smiling about?”

Liam’s inquiry pulled her gaze from the phone and she looked up into the rearview mirror, seeing the curious blue eyes staring back at her.

“Oh it's nothing. Just chatting with Mary Margaret.” She could tell by the wrinkled brows in the mirror that Liam didn't buy it, so changing the subject seemed like the best resolution. “So, have you two settled on a date yet?”

Elsa looked back at her with an exasperated expression. “We’re still debating. I want a beautiful, winter wedding outside—you know how much I love the snow—but this one wants a spring wedding,” she said pointing at her fiance.

Liam expelled an exasperated sigh. “Love, no one wants to sit outside in the freezing cold to watch us get married. We’re not that special.”

“Speak for yourself,” she grumbled. “Besides, it would just be for the ceremony, and we can make it short and simple.”

Emma could see the eye roll in the mirror. “Elsa, it's our special day. If you really want a quicky, I can give you that anytime,” he quipped, throwing her a wink. Elsa looked at him, her cheeks flushing with red. “I'm thinking an outdoor wedding with beautiful, blooming flowers and the pleasantly cool air of early spring in front of all of our friends and family.”

Elsa shook her head and smiled at Liam. “That's my hopelessly romantic fiance for you.”

“I'm sorry, Elsa, but I think my future wife deserves a wedding fit for a queen.”

“But not an ice queen,” Emma added with a small smirk.

“Exactly,” Liam quickly agreed. “I don't wish my bride to get literal cold feet, or even worse, frostbite, on our wedding day.”

Emma and Killian switched vehicles halfway and she gave David a punch in the shoulder for making Killian uncomfortable. He just laughed it off and said he was only messing with him. Emma knew better though.

~*~

Killian was thrilled to finally be at the intended destination in the woods as he started setting up his tent. He’d finally been able convince David that he wasn't a bad guy, probably four or five questions in. He ended up telling him about his breakup with Milah and how Emma had been there for him and offered her friendship. Killian had also explained that he decided they’d be better off as friends because he was not in a place to start a relationship. Perhaps his adamant insistence that Emma deserved much better than some brokenhearted man who'd just been dumped and came to live with his brother in New York, tail between his legs, was what eventually won the Nolan bloke over. Killian was certain.

Nevertheless, he still felt like David would be watching his every move during this camping trip, which would inevitably prove to be problematic seeing as Killian was intending on stealing every possible moment to show his affections towards Emma. A playful kiss or a soft caress or even a private conversation would have sufficed, but now it seemed David would be watching them like a hawk the entire time. He wouldn't even get the privilege to text her, considering Liam had banned all cell phones and electronic devices during this trip. He’d said this time was meant to be spent enjoying everything nature has to offer and he wanted to ensure they wouldn’t be interrupted by anything remotely resembling communication from work.

Everyone was unloading their tents, lounge chairs and sleeping bags, and once Liam had decided where to put up the tents, the couples started setting them up, but of course not void of squabbles.

“There aren’t any rocks sticking up, are there?”

“Don’t you think the stake is deep enough?”

“Shouldn’t we face away from the morning sunrise?”

“No, it doesn’t bend that way!”

And of course, Killian wanted to offer his assistance to Emma; she seemed frustrated as she pulled her things out of the van. She was adorable, but he didn’t like that she was distressed, expelling huffs of irritation from her beautiful lips.

“Everything alright, love?”

Emma exhaled a long, heavy sigh, seeming depleted and discouraged. If the two of them were alone, he’d take her in his arms and kiss her softly, whispering words of endearment in her ear. Instead, he had to settle for less.

“No, not really. I thought that I brought it, I could’ve sworn I grabbed it, carried it down to the van and packed it in the back,” Emma explained in a frazzled state as she grabbed her duffel bag and threw it on the ground.

“Brought what, love?”

“My tent, okay?” she blurted out. “I forgot my tent!”

Her shouting grabbed Liam’s attention and he paused from his task at helping Elsa with their tent and came over with his arms crossed as he scolded her. “You forgot your tent? I specifically remember you assuring me that you had packed it, and you even seemed offended that I would question you. And now it seems I rightfully did so.”

Emma nodded, appearing to take his words extremely well… that is until it suddenly looked like she was going to cry. “I know, I’m sorry, I just… I tried so hard to remember everything and to not let you down,” she choked out, her eyes wet with tears and her smile turning into a shriveled frown as she shook her head and turned around to keep the others from witnessing her potential breakdown.

Killian could see the apology swarming in his brother’s eyes, and he could tell Liam was torn with regret as he laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Hey… it’s okay, Em. I’m sorry I put so much pressure on you with this camping trip. I only hoped everything would go smoothly and I just wanted us to have a good time,” he assured in a soothing tone.

Emma wiped her tears, turning around and falling into Liam and wrapping him up in a hug. “Its okay. I just didn’t want to disappoint you.”

Liam willingly surrendered to her embrace and curled his arms around her, dropping a kiss to the crown of her head and rubbing her back in soothing circles. “It’s okay, love. There are plenty of tents here to share. No worries.”

Emma nodded into his shoulder, resting her head there.

Jealousy gripped at Killian’s insides. And not because of their affection towards each other, but because, to everyone else, this was normal. No one would suspect anything between them; everyone knew they were friends and they willingly and without question, accepted that. But with Killian and Emma, it was different. He couldn’t show her the same affection in public without people knowing the truth. Maybe it was because he felt too deeply for her and he was certain that everyone would be able to see directly through him.He was finding it increasingly and frustratingly difficult to hide the things he felt for Emma.

“Okay,” she accepted Liam’s words and, to Killian’s surprise, she glanced up at him and started to grin slyly. Her eyes were no longer gloomy, but were buzzing with undeniable mischief.

That’s when Killian caught on to her little game.

Little minx.

Killian wanted to smirk back at her, but he was afraid that would give her plans away, so instead he just played along. “Aye, Liam’s right. I have a perfectly good tent that will easily fit two people. You can share with me, love,” Killian offered with a small smile and a twinkle in his eye. Before Emma could reply, Liam chipped in and suddenly, Killian felt two pairs of eyes scolding him. Glancing between Liam and David, he could sense the protective brother-type emotions illuminating off of them like glowing stars.

“Why don’t I just share with Killian and Elsa can share with Emma? We could use some more brotherly bonding,” Liam suggested with both a stern eye and suggestive tone as he and Emma pulled apart.

“Nonsense, you and Elsa just got engaged; you deserve to have your alone time. Emma can stay in our tent, with Mary Margaret and Leo. Besides,” David started to add as he approached Killian and gave him a firm pat on the shoulder, “I was thinking Killian and I could get to know each other better, right Killian?” David asked, throwing him a wink.

Oh bloody hell.

Killian could see the disappointment written all over Emma’s face, matching his own expression.

“It’s fine. I don't want to impose on anyone. I really don't mind sharing with Killian,” she tried.

“You won't be imposing at all, Emma,” Mary Margaret chirped, joining the four of them. “It will be fun sharing a tent, staying up all night talking.” She seemed so vibrant and excited, Killian could easily sense that Emma didn't want to let her down.

“Yay, Aunt Em gets to sleep in the tent with us!” Leopold shouted excitedly, smashing into Emma and giving her a hug. She shot Killian a look of apology, smiling timidly as she ruffled her nephew’s hair.

Words weren't needed; Killian knew what Emma had been trying to do. He knew she wanted to be with him as much as he wanted to be with her. At least he hoped so.

~*~

Emma helped Killian finish setting up his tent, holding the stakes as he pounded them into the ground. Her plan had failed and she was disappointed, but out of every person there, the one person she couldn't let down was her nephew. And Killian understood that. They both knew upon arriving there were going to be obstacles that would dampen their plans. It was really a shame, but they'd manage. Somehow.

“I have to say, love. You are quite the actress,” he said quietly, standing up before they went over to the next stake. “I actually thought you forgot your tent accidentally .”

Emma smirked, her cheeks flooding with blush. “I know exactly where my tent is in my bedroom closet. I've known the whole time.” She knelt down, holding the stake as Killian joined her, gently tapping it with the hammer. “I'm sorry it didn't work.”

She offered a casual shrug. “No worries.”

Killian gave the stake a few more strikes, this time with more force as Emma released it from her hand. “We’ll find other ways to be together,” he assured with a wink as they straightened.

Emma started to walk around the tent, but Killian gently took her arm in his hand, and she turned to look at him. He gazed at her intensely, speaking in a delicate whisper, “You know I want you, right? You know I want to kiss you and hold you in my arms and just be with you, right?”

A gasp left her lips and she hesitated. Of course she knew, but studying Killian, she could see he really thought maybe she didn't fully understand the capacity of how much he really wanted her. But she knew. “Milah really did a number on you, didn't she?” she asked, but already knew the answer.

Killian’s eyes fell to the ground, full of shame and regret. “Aye, she did,” he whispered, his words broken.

Emma's heart ached for him. She didn't know how someone could've done that to him. She looked down at his prosthetic hand and took it in hers, lifting it to her lips and pressing a few soft kiss to the fingers and the back of it. Killian watched her intently, and her eyes were locked with his as she soothed the hand with her thumb. “Well, I'm not her.”

A small smile curved his lips as he lifted his right hand to her face, affectionately caressing her cheek. “You’re nothing like her—one of the reasons why I… I—” Emma's breath left her lungs as he hesitated, his cheeks showing a light shade of red. “It's one of the reasons I adore you so much.”

Emma's heart twisted. She knew what he really wanted to say, but she knew why he didn't. They'd been together physically, engaging in wonderful, earth-shattering sex, but they hadn't even been on one single date yet. “I adore you too,” she admitted, and hoped it was enough. She hoped he knew she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. He verified her suspicions when he drew in a sharp intake of breath, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of emotions—excitement, hope and perhaps something else?

“Can you meet me by the restrooms in forty minutes, love?” he whispered in her ear. “I need… I need to touch you.” His words made Emma shudder, and she gave her response with an impish smirk as she walked past him, briefly grabbing his hip.

Forty minutes seemed like an eternity. The gang had prepared a picnic table, set the chairs around the fire pit and stacked a pile of wood next to it. All of the tents had sleeping bags and their personal belongings, and even though Emma had been thoroughly occupied with helping set everything up, her stomach had been full of anxious knots the entire time. She had to sneak away from the gang to avoid Elsa and Mary Margaret wanting to walk with her. Killian was still there, talking to Liam and David when she stealthily escaped.

“Killian?” Emma's eyes searched around for him after she used the restroom. The men’s room was directly across but she didn’t dare take a chance searching for him in there. She headed in the other direction and rounded a corner of the building when suddenly she was being careened and pinned to the solid brick wall, the swift maneuver eliciting a gasp from her throat as Killian's mouth greedily captured the sound.

“Fuck. It's about bloody time,” Killian muttered against her lips, pressing his groin into her.

She whimpered, feeling the instant stir of arousal in her belly, her body immediately succumbing to his. Emma’s hands sifted through his hair as he tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth, lightly thrusting his stiff erection against her core. Her body shuttered from the delicious weight being plied into her, a jolt of excitement surging through her blood; she thirsted for him— allof him. She was like an addict, needing her fix, and he was more than happy, no hedemanded, to assuage her craving. As her lips were hungrily molding and fusing to his, it amazed her how much her body responded to him on its own accord. She lost all control when his mouth and tongue were on her, all thoughts evaporating, and the thing that stunned her the most was the undeniable conclusion that she was absolutely and perfectly okay with that.

Framing her waist with both of his hands, he hauled her up into his grasp. She sprang up, throwing her legs around him so he was was fully enveloped within her thralls as he impaled her against the wall. Emma whimpered, deepening the kiss as they answered each other's thrust with an even stronger one, their bodies responding to the other with the increasingly rapturous pull of hips and hands and tongues as they devoured the few shared moments together. She was so close to finishing in a record amount of time, feeling how hard he was for her, how much he returned her desires and how desperate he seemed as he roughly rocked his throbbing erection into her center. Her folds molded around his shape, even through the soaked fabric of her jeans and panties.

Grabbing her ass and holding her steady, he increased the rhythm and speed, knowing for certain how close she was. “Gods, Emma, let me hear you come.” His words were broken in her ear, the effect racing directly to her core.

“Oh fuck… Killian… ” Somehow she managed to form moderately coherent words in a wobbly whisper before he smashed his lips into hers, kissing her hard and dirty, muffling the needy whine that was drawn out of her mouth. Her words seemed to galvanize him, and Killian persistently rammed his solid length firmly against her clit, hitting it overand over and over so flawlessly and at just the right angle , it was enough to send her tumbling off the edge and spiraling into the abyss. Clenching her fingers, Emma’s nails dug into the scruffy skin of his jaw as she propped her forehead on his for balance. She cradled his face tightly in her hands, using his warm mouth to suppress her final cries of bliss as he proceeded to drive into her, grunting softly against her lips.

“Oh shit—Emma... I’m gonna—” Before he could finish his strangled admission, he buried his face into her neck, digging his teeth into her skin to keep from shouting through his heavenly release. Tightening his hold on her thigh, he moved with more purpose, chasing his own orgasm.

Emma was delirious with pleasure, her mind floating on a cloud as Killian slowed his hips, slumping into her while being careful not to crush her. They were breathing in cadence, still engrossed in each other’s hold, their chests heaving, and heartbeats thrashing against the other. He dropped sweet, gentle kisses to her marked neck, her flushed cheek, her swollen lips. Carefully releasing his grip on her thighs, she slowly lowered her legs, somehow finding solid ground beneath her feet. Neither of them had even gathered their faculties yet when she heard the calls of her name from nearby. It was only then when the reverie was broken, and they panicked, glancing at each other, realizing what had just transpired. The possible consequences crashed over them like a tidal wave. Each looked completely wrecked, eyes were dilated, blown wide and painted with satisfied serenity, and their clothes and hair were a disheveled mess. Not to mention there was a wet spot on the front of Killian’s jeans where he had ejaculated into his briefs.

“Emma? You in here?”

Killian hastily gave her a parting kiss before scurrying off into the woods, leaving Emma outside the building, trying to compile her wits. She’d never moved so quickly in her life, especially after receiving a really amazing orgasm. Pressing her clothes down and running her hands through her knotted hair, she peered down at herself once again before clearing her throat and taking in a deep breath. She tucked some strands of blonde behind her ears and, with wobbly legs, made her way to the ladies room where she knew Mary Margaret would be. Sure enough, they crashed into each other.

“Oh, sorry Emma…” the brunette apologized before looking up, her brows wrinkling together.

Fuck.

Could she be any more obvious?

“It’s okay, I was just…” Emma stammered, trying to conjure up a good excuse for heading towards the bathroom instead of away from it, since she’d left the campsite fifteen minutes ago. “I was um… taking a phone call.”

Mary Margaret’s mouth opened as though Emma were in big trouble. “But Liam said no cellphones.”

“Yeah well, the shelter called me. It was important.”

To Emma’s astonishment, her friend’s features relaxed as she emitted a laugh. “Emma, it's okay, I won't tattle on you. Besides,” she paused and dug her hand into her tote bag, pulling out her own phone. “I've been texting Ruby and Regina.”

Emma breathed a sigh of relief and was instantly calm. She was thankful Mary Margaret bought her big fat fib.

~*~

That was a close one. Killian hadn't ran that fast since he'd been in the Navy. And when he reached the tents, he had to sneak into his own without being seen. Thankfully David, Liam and Elsa were busy making sandwiches and chatting to notice anything irregular. Killian hastily changed his underwear and pants, discarding the soiled clothes into a bag to wash later on. He hadn't expected to attack Emma and dry hump her against restroom facilities, but once he was around her, touching her, kissing her lips and inhaling her intoxicating scent, his inhibitions had quickly spiraled out of control.

“Where did you come from?” David asked suspiciously as Killian emerged from his tent, zipping it up before approaching the group. “And why did you change your pants?”

Nervously scratching behind his ear, he tried to summon up an reply, but came up with nothing at first. He was too frazzled. Killian gathered some sandwich supplies attempting to remain cool and collected, but when he looked up, there were three pairs of eyes staring at him, waiting for answers so he had to think of something quick, no matter how embarrassing it sounded. “I um… I went to use the restroom…” he started, but the intensity of the scrutinizing stares rendered him useless, and he fumbled for words. “But I had to go so badly I knew I wouldn't make it…” Killian gulped as the three of them blankly stared at him, listening attentively.

“Soooo… you pissed yourself?” Liam asked, his eyebrows furrowed as he studied Killian expectantly.

“No,” he replied curtly, irritation in his voice. His cheeks and ears burned with embarrassment as he peered down at the sandwich he was preparing. “No, I took a whiz in the woods, and ended up slipping in the mud.”

Elsa started laughing before immediately clapping her mouth shut, her eyes flooding with regret. “Sorry Killian… I didn't mean to—”

Killian smiled shyly as he looked up in shame, giving a soft shrug. “It’s alright lass. No harm done.”

Thankfully, as the day went on, it didn't get any worse. They went hiking in the woods before changing into their swimwear and trekking down to the beach. Of course, Killian had to work hard to maintain his composure when he saw his golden-haired temptress in a scant red bikini. He envisioned pulling the strings of her top loose and releasing those gorgeous breasts and perfectly pink nipples of hers, taking them in his hands and mouth. The thought made his heart race.

But alas, he had to contain himself, especially when they played a game of volleyball and he had to stare at her arse when she stood in front of him because they were on the same team. And every once in awhile, she would leap for the ball andaccidentally crash into him, sending them both to the sandy ground. He would groan in her ear when she landed in his arms and she would flash a dirty smirk as she peeled herself off of him, extending her hand to help him up. He had to coax himself into not getting an erection, although he spent most of the afternoon at half mast. When they were finished, they washed off the sand by taking a dip in the ocean where the two of them started to get bold in front of their friends.

Splashing around in the water, Killian grabbed Emma and started tickling her, spurring on a fit of giggles. The others seemed to go with the flow as they were playing in the water, dunking each other, Liam and David, lifting their significant others and throwing them in the water.

The next morning, Killian woke up to strange noises. At first he thought he was hearing an owl hooting in his ear, and he slowly opened his eyes, turning his head to the direction of the sound. He was startled when he saw the shadow casting over the side of the tent, but when he heard pssst , he knew exactly what it was, or rather who it was.

“Pssst… Killian…”

Hearing the faint whisper, Killian quickly removed his sleeping bag and blankets, climbed out of his cocoon and slipped on sweatpants and a hoodie without disturbing David, who was snoring peacefully beside him.

Quietly unzipping the tent and poking his head out, his eyes scoured the darkness for her. “Emma?” He stepped out of the tent and closed it back up before rounding the corner. He didn't see her until he lifted his head and caught her standing about twenty feet away in pajama shorts and a light blue hoodie, beckoning him to her with an extended hand.

“Come on,” she whispered, tilting her head.

He was confused but didn't hesitate to follow Emma, taking her hand in his as she lead them away from the tents.

It was dark, but Emma used the flashlight on her phone to guide them.

“Where are we going, love?”

Emma looked at him, flashing a sly smirk. “You'll see.”

Killian was floored that she was even awake at this hour. The moon was hanging over them, big and full, the white glow illuminating from it, but the sun would begin ascending above the horizon soon. Emma was not normally an early riser.

Making their way through the woods, Killian could see the ocean in the distance as the moonlight was reflected over the water. Emma ushered them to edge, where the land sloped down and led to the sandy beach.

“Can you hear that?” she asked as they stopped and gazed off into the distance, listening to the crickets chirping and the faint sound of the waves crashing into the shoreline. But that was all he could hear.

Killian furrowed his brows. “I don't hear anything; only the waves in the ocean and the crickets chirping.”

Emma’s smile grew wide as she nodded at him. “Exactly. There's no bickering or obnoxious brothers or friends telling us what to do. It's a nice change of pace.”

It was indeed very nice, and Killian squeezed her hand, throwing a small smile. “Aye, you're right, love. It is.” Knowing that Emma wanted to steal a few moments and take him here just to get away, even at dawn, where they would have no interruptions and where they could just stand closely next to each other without worrying whether they were being watched or examined carefully, sent a shiver down his spine. If it were possible, he grew fonder of her in that moment.

Emma was hunched up in her hoodie, long golden hair tousled by the soft breeze as she stared pensively at the ocean. The wind picked up, rushing past them, and it only took a minute for him to realize she was shivering.

“Maybe we should go back, love. You’re freezing.”

Emma looked over at him, a smirk curving her lips. “A little, but I know of a way to warm up,” Emma said.

Killian raised a brow in curiosity as she took off, pulling his hand to urge him on. He was afraid of what her plans might be. Well, not really afraid, but he was wary of getting caught. “Swan, as much is I love the idea of having sex on the beach, maybe it’s not the time—”

Emma cut him off with a chortle. “Yeah, that's a great idea, apart from the thought of getting sand in all of my crevices, but that’s not exactly what I had in mind. I meant you could warm me by holding me in your arms.”

Killian sighed in relief and smiled. He loved that idea as well.

They followed the trail that lead to the beach until finding a suitable spot to sit. Killian went first, reluctantly releasing Emma's hand and slumping into the sand, spreading his knees apart to allow room for Emma as she settled in his lap.

Wrapping her up in his arms, they shifted into a comfortable position as the sun began its ascent. Emma let her body mold into his as he tried to control his breathing, taking long, deep breaths.

“Is this better?” he whispered, pressing a few gentle kisses along the shell of her ear.

Her body shuddered in his arms as she pulled him more tightly around her, but it wasn’t because she was cold. The heat was radiating off of her. “Much.”

“Mmmm… I’m glad,” he murmured softly, pressing a kiss to her jawline. Finally, he was able to just hold her in his arms with nothing and no one getting in their way. They could finally take a few moments to just… be together as they took in the view in front of them.

“I’m sorry,” Emma blurted out suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence after a moment.

Killian furrowed his brows, swiping a few strands of loose hair from her shoulder and resting his chin there. “What are you apologizing for? For waking me up and bringing me to the beach to watch a romantic sunrise?”

Emma offered a feeble laugh. “Well I am sorry for waking you up, but you didn’t seem too enthusiastic sleeping next to David, so I thought I was doing you a favor.”

“Aye, if you call waking up every ten minutes sleeping. Did you hear the roaring freight train in my tent, love? Of course you did me a favor. David’s quite the snorer. No wonder Mary Margaret wanted him out of their tent.”

Emma giggled in his arms. “Believe me the whole campground heard him. But actually I was apologizing for the way David was acting. I know he’s been putting pressure on you, but he’s just being—”

“Overprotective and overbearing?” Killian offered. “He’s the same as Liam, trying to butt into our business,” Killian grumbled bitterly.

“I know, and that’s why I’m apologizing… but I find it hard to be too angry at him because it’s far better than having no one looking after you.”

Killian’s heart sank at her words as he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, leaving a featherlight kiss there. “That’s true,” he mumbled against her skin.

“I mean, when you and Liam weren't talking for awhile and you called him after your breakup with Milah, he could’ve not answered his phone. He could’ve not cared and he could’ve not offered his home to you, but he did. Because he does care. He loves you and that’s why he does anything he can to make sure you’re okay. He just has an odd way of showing it.”

“As much as I hate to admit it, you’re right. The reason why we got into the fight in the first place was because he was trying to look out for me. He was trying to tell me Milah was no good for me, and I should’ve listened, but I was much too stubborn.”

“Well, sometimes we need to figure mistakes out on our own. But he was definitely right. I mean, I never met her before but from what I've heard about her, and after our brief conversation over the phone, I can’t stand the bitch,” Emma admitted with a laugh. “Sorry… not trying to bash on your ex,” she apologized, her voice ridden with guilt.

“That’s okay, love. I won’t hesitate to admit your ex is a fucking asshole,” he said casually.

They both shared a laugh as the sun rose over the ocean, and from that point on, they just basked in the calmness swarming over them.

“However… you, I adore,” he whispered affectionately, and again Emma trembled in his arms.

“I adore you too.” Emma turned her head and captured his lips with hers, placing a hand over his chest and sending an overwhelming sensation over his skin, his smile growing more and more. His heart fluttered as he cradled her cheek in his hand, flicking his tongue over hers and fostering heat as they deepened the kiss, breathing each other in. Before he realized what was happening, his back was sinking into the sand, and Emma was laying atop him. They made out in each other’s arms under the colorful sunrise, kissing so intensely, both completely immersed in the warmth surging through them, so consumed by each other, they lost track of time.

~*~

After breakfast David suggested the men go fishing, so they retrieved their fishing poles and went down to the water while the ladies stayed at the campsite. The sun was beating down, and the refreshing cool breeze from the ocean brushed over Killian’s skin as he enjoyed the ocean view and the relaxing atmosphere, although it was nothing compared to that morning. After he and Emma had gone to their separate tents, it was still early, so he went back to sleep. With Emma on his mind and the taste of her still on his tongue, her scent still lingering in his nostrils, it was easy for him to fall into a deep slumber, even though he didn't get to share a tent with her and he had to listen to David snoring right next him. As it turned out, he was not half as intimidating as he tried to make Killian believe.

Everything was going fairly well, Killian was helping Leo learn how to cast his fishing pole and they were all bonding and overall enjoying each other’s company when, out of the blue, David decided to open a can of worms, literally and metaphorically.

“So, Killian, what happened to you and Emma this morning?”

David’s question garnered both the brothers’ gazes. Killian was dumbfounded; he thought things were finally calm, and actually going smoothly, but apparently not. He didn't even know anyone noticed they were gone. Everyone had been sleeping, or so Killian thought.

“We just went for a jog,” Killian replied casually, trying to mask his annoyance.

“Oh, really?” David asked doubtfully. “You and Emma went jogging at dawn?”

“Aye, we wanted to catch the sunrise.” Killian glanced at Liam, catching the furrowed brows and uncertain expression embedding his features.

“I've known Emma for a very long time and I've never known her to get up at dawn to go jogging,” David pointed out.

Killian gritted his teeth.

“And don't you think it's a bit dangerous to be hiking through the woods in the dark? The beach doesn't even open until six.”

“Look, I don’t know why you two are acting like this, and I don’t feel I should have to explain myself over and over again, but you need to stop treating Emma and I like children.”

“Killian—”

“No, I mean it,” Killian cut his brother off in a resentful tone as he set down his fishing pole and turned to glare at David and Liam. “Ever since day one, you’ve tried to dictate our friendship, but guess what? We don’t feel like we need anyone's permission to be around one another. It’s quite ridiculous how we’ve been treated.”

“Killian, we’re only looking out for Emma. She’s family to us,” David assured.

“I understand that, but she’s family to me too.”

David's stare became hard as he threw down his fishing pole, and pointed a finger at him as he spoke quiet enough so Leo couldn't hear. “You say that, but if I remember correctly, the first time I met you, my wife and son and I came out of her bedroom after you said to Emma, ‘I’m going to fuck you hard,’ and we saw you and Emma kissing hot and heavy before you were about to do just that.”

“Wait, wait, wait. Back the bloody fuck up,” Liam demanded, putting his hand up. “You and Emma almost had sex?!”

David's eyes blew wide and he went over to his son, cupping his hands over his ears. “Could you maybe keep your voice down?”

Killian clenched his jaw; he was about to explode with impatience.

“When did this happen?” Liam demanded.

“A few months ago,” Killian admitted, his voice cold and intolerant.

Disappointment flashed in Liam's eyes, and he appeared to be offended. “Why didn’t I know about this?”

“Because, it was none of your business.” Killian picked up his fishing pole and reeled in the line. He’d had enough.

Liam was staring at him the entire time, expecting more answers. “But I’m your brother. We’re not supposed to keep secrets.”

“Liam, with the way you’ve been treating me, like some little child, are you really surprised I haven’t told you? Emma and I have been scrutinized and judged for the way we’ve interacted from the moment we stepped into each other's lives.”

Liam mocked him with a chuckle. “And you forget how you and Emma met. She caught you wanking off in her tub like a drunken, foolish git.”

“Wait, that’s how you met?” David asked, his eyes wide with shock.

“Just stop! Both of you!” Killian barked out. “Yes, Emma and I didn’t get off to the best start, and yes she met me during one of the worst moments of my life, but guess what? She still stuck around. She was there taking care of me even though I was a naked, drunk stranger. No one has ever showed me the kindness that Emma has. So yes, I was attracted to her and yes we almost had sex, and yes it was not my finest moment, and we probably would’ve continued if you two stubborn arses hadn’t put a damper in our plans, but that night when we finally had the chance, I stopped it. I didn’t want to take advantage of Emma. I didn’t want her to be a casual one-time thing. She’s far too special for that,” Killian expressed adamantly, his heart swelling with emotion as he glanced between the two men in front of him.

When his eyes landed on Liam again, he proceeded with his spiel. “And as much as I hate to admit it, it was your words that were running through my mind the entire time—‘Don’t do anything with Emma you might regret. She's not a quick fix, and if you treat her as such you’ll miss out on something more meaningful that you could have had with her’. I took your words to heart, and have not regretted it since. I didn’t want to take advantage of her like Milah did with me. But it seems as though every move I make with her, I get scolded like a two year old when I’ve done nothing wrong. I respect Emma and I’d never want to hurt her. I helped her get Neal off her back when he actually tried attacking her, and yet you both treat me like the bad guy.”

“Neal attacked her?” David inquired, and Killian couldn't believe that's what he took from his long winded speech. “I didn’t know this.”

“Because, Emma didn’t tell anyone. She didn’t want to worry everyone.”

“Killian, I’m sorry, I had no idea.”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have been so quick to judge,” he said to David before glancing at his brother, “and maybe youshould’ve had more faith in me.” With those words said, Killian turned and walked away.

“Killian, wait…”

~*~

Emma took a sip of water as she walked the trail back from the showers after the long hike with Elsa and Mary Margaret. She was enjoying being outdoors; the air was permeated with a woodsy smell that she loved and the smoke from the campfires and delicious foods. For lunch they ate sandwiches and fruit, so she was looking forward to their dinner that would be cooked over the fire when the guys returned. There was nothing really better than the taste of food cooked over an open fire.

Okay, maybe there were a few things.

Cuddling up with Killian, laying in his arms, his ocean blue eyes, his smile, his kisses. A smile took over her lips as they reached their camping spot. God, why didn't her original plan work? Why couldn't she have one night with just the two of them cramped in a tent and having to huddle close to each other to stay warm. Their time at the beach was amazing, but it was far too short. Emma's heart sped and her stomach coiled at the idea of spending another whole night with him like they had the one time back home, before Liam had barged into the room.

“Okay, Em, you have to tell us what's up.”

Elsa’s words towed Emma from her thoughts; she didn't realize how transparent she was, but as she set her bag on the picnic table, she could see two of her best friends eyeing her expectantly, their expressions dancing with curiosity. But they wanted answers Emma could not give them quite yet.

“What do you mean?” Emma asked nonchalantly, throwing a shrug into the mix as the three of them hung there towels up on the clothesline. If there was anything she was good it, it was feigning innocence.

“Oh come on. You've been smiling since you came back from the restrooms yesterday,” Elsa noted. “No one gets that happy using the the restroom.”

Emma smirked, fondly remembering not only what happened yesterday, but also another time when using the restroom brought her all sorts of happiness. Getting fucked against the bathroom stall can have that effect on a person . “It depends on what you're doing in the restroom, I guess.”

Elsa grinned and Mary Margaret nodded in agreement. “Very good point,” the brunette beamed.

“And you know what, if you don't want to tell us… if you prefer deflecting, then I won't bug you about it. I may be marrying Liam, but I’m certainly not him, and I'm not going to pry anything out of you. He may be a big soft teddy bear sometimes but other times he can be a huge pain in the ass.”

“You got that right,” Emma agreed without hesitation. “Hounding his loved ones is what he does best.”

“And David doesn't make things better. I'm sorry you have to put up with the two of them and their stubborn ways.”

Emma nodded in agreement. “What's up with you two, and your overprotective significant others anyway?”

“They just care about you, Em, that's all.”

Emma sighed, reminding herself what she’d said to Killian that morning. She'd rather have people in her life than not have anyone at all. “I know.” As soon as Emma said the words, she saw Killian approaching, the distinct look of anger flashing in his eyes as he stormed into the campsite.

“Killian? What’s wrong?” Elsa asked, the three females eying him in concern.

“Just David and Liam giving me bloody hard time. Nothing out of the ordinary,” Killian grumbled bitterly as he stowed away his fishing pole in the van.

Mary Margaret and Elsa sighed in frustration. “What did they do this time?” the brunette asked.

“I prefer not to talk about it.” His shoulders were slumped, eyes guarded as he trudged past them and made his way to his tent.

“Killian?” Emma called after him, but he didn’t stop. He disappeared inside the tent and Emma looked at her friends, genuine worry etched in their features. “I’ll talk to him.”

The two of them nodded. “And we’ll have a little discussion with Liam and David when they return, don’t worry,” Elsa assured her.

Emma entered Killian’s tent, not really knowing what to expect. But, whatever David and Liam said to him must have been the last straw because Killian was packing his things into his duffle bag. “Killian…” she cooed, putting a gentle hand on his arm. “Please talk to me.”

Killian sighed and dropped the bag, dragging his hand over his face. “It’s just the same thing over and over. They treat me like a child and I’m bloody sick of it.” Killian turned to face her placing his hand on her cheek. “I’m sorry, I just-”

“Hey… it’s okay. You’re allowed to be pissed at them. I know I am, for making you upset,” she murmured with a small smile. “Come here,” she spread out her arms, urging him over. He quickly complied, twisting around until they were lying on the sleeping bags, wrapped in each other’s arms, and he rested his head on her chest as she stroked his hair to soothe him.

Killian recounted his unpleasant conversation with Liam and David, and she grew even angrier. The fact that they had to be so nosy and felt the impulse to control everything was unforgivable at this point. Emma continued to comfort him, caressing his cheek and pressing gentle kisses to his forehead.

“You know what, love? We are not going to let them control us anymore,” Killian spoke after a long silence.

Peering down at him, she caught the mischief dancing in his eyes, and laughed, unopposed to the idea. “And how do you suppose we do that?” she asked curiously.

Suddenly he was rolling them over until she was on her back and he was on top, grinning down at her. “We rebel against them.” Killian kissed her breathlessly and she moaned as he urgently plunged his tongue into her mouth. Heat swarmed her body, arousal stirring in her belly as she surrendered to him.

Peeling his lips away, he started kissing along the column of her neck, sending ripples of pleasure to her core. “For instance, we tell them we are sharing this tent together, ” he growled and began grinding his hips into her center. “But first, we’re going to christen it. What do you say, love?”

“But our friends are right outside,” Emma tried in a strangled whisper. Her breathing was labored as Killian sucked on her neck and slipped his hand under her shirt, pushing her bra aside and firmly cupping her breast in his rough hand. She tilted her head back, biting her bottom lip, trying not to squirm or cry out.

“And your point?” Ducking his head down, he lifted her shirt and drew her nipple in his mouth, making it instantly hard as he lapped at it, flicking his warm tongue over the firmness, and groaning deeply against her skin. His breath was hot and his mouth was so wet and soft, it was heavenly.

Emma had to stifle the moan rising in her throat as she carded her hands through his hair.

“So what if they are?” Killian murmured, letting go of her breast, and Emma whined from the loss.

With a quick, stealthy flick of the button, he had her jeans undone in seconds, and slid his hand into her soaked panties, caressing the wetness pooling around her folds.

As he dipped two fingers into her dripping heat, brushing his thumb over her clit, both of them uttered a “fuck" at the same time.

Killian’s ministrations were full of intention as he hungrily drew her breast in his mouth, tugging gently on the stiff nipple with his teeth. “So what if I make you come right here?” he murmured into her skin, his voice laden with desire. “What if I make you come on David's sleeping bag?”

A whispered, broken curse left her mouth as he yanked down her jeans and thong, removing the barriers so he could do just that. Emma quickly fumbled for the button of his pants and reached inside his briefs, taking his unbearably hard cock in her hand.She swiped her thumb over the precum oozing from his slit, eliciting a thick groan as he tried to bite his tongue to keep from being too loud.

Thrusting his fingers and flicking his thumb over her clit, he picked up the pace as she stroked his throbbing dick until they were both a crumbling mess in each other's hands. Emma pulled him to her, crashing her lips into his to muffle their cries of pleasure as they climaxed. Her limbs convulsed as her nectar flowed freely in his hand, and Killian shot his seed over her stomach, some of it landing on David’s sleeping bag. The air in the tent became thin as they tried catching their breaths, their chests heaving rhythmically while they took a few moments to compose themselves.

~*~

“I just wanted to apologize for giving you a hard time. You know I'm just looking out for Emma, right?” David assured Killian sincerely, but Emma wasn’t sure he was buying it.

After the three returned from the beach, Elsa and Mary Margaret had a serious conversation with David and Liam. It didn’t really matter now, because Emma and Killian decided they weren’t putting up with the bullshit anymore. There was a difference between looking out for your loved ones and simply being a controlling ass because you can get away with it. Well that stopped here and now.

“We’re both looking out for her,” Liam added.

Killian was already starting to become irritated at the unspoken implications. “And I'm not?” he asked bitterly.

“We didn't say that Kilian,” Liam tried to assure him.

“You didn't have to. I know when I'm not trusted.”

“Alright, that’s enough you guys,” Emma intervened, getting in the middle with her hands up, prepared to throw a punch at anyone who tried to stop her. “This camping trip is not going to be ruined because you two have to be commanding, overprotective hotheads! From now on, Killian and I will no longer be frowned upon, we will not be questioned and we will be sharing a tent, whether you bozos like it or not,” Emma stated firmly, leaving no room for negotiation.

Killian grinned proudly at her.

“And if either of you disagree or fight me on this, I will be throwing some beatdowns, do I make myself clear?” She questioned sternly as her eyes flitted between them with a heated glare.

Clearing their throats, Liam and David glanced between Emma and Killian, their eyes flashing with guilt and apology.

“Yes, of course, Emma,” Liam answered quietly.

“We promise, no more big brother maneuvers. You’re a grown woman and we’re sorry we got carried away with things,” David added.

“Okay then. Now that we’re on the same page… why don’t we have some dinner?” Emma suggested, although the question was rhetorical. After a mind-blowing orgasm and a good chiding, her adrenaline was pumping, and she was starving.

The women started preparing dinner as Killian went into his tent and grabbed David’s sleeping bag to help him transfer everything into his own tent.

“Here you go, mate,” Killian chanted, a smile threatening to bloom across his lips, knowing exactly what happened on said sleeping bag right before he and Emma did a half-ass job cleaning up the evidence.

“Thanks, Killian,” David took it, completely oblivious. He started turning around when Killian patted him on the shoulder.

“You might want to wash the thing when you get back home,” Killian whispered in his ear.

David eyed him cautiously, and with two more firm pats on the shoulder, Killian walked away, winking at Emma, who did her best to suppress the giggle threatening to escalate in her throat.

Things were finally settling down again when they sat around the campfire eating the freshly caught fish that the women had cooked and seasoned. Now this was what camping was supposed to be about.

Emma sat next to Killian throwing a smile at him as he glanced at her with those big, baby blue eyes. Her heart was racing, full of warmth and all sorts of emotions that hadn’t been very welcomed before, but now she was starting to open herself up to those feelings.

“Hey guys! I hope you don’t mind us crashing your fun!”

With a raised brow Emma whipped her head around and saw Ruby and Regina standing there with some bags and big, vibrant grins on their faces. Emma hadn't even hear them pull into their campsite with Ruby’s jeep.

“Hey, what are you two doing here?” Mary Margaret poised in excitement as she jumped up and rushed over to give them a hug.

“Well, we knew you were all here having a good time without us, so we decided we didn’t want to miss out on the fun,” Ruby explained. “I hope it’s okay. We brought our own tent.”

“Yeah, of course!” Mary Margaret replied exuberantly.

Emma looked over at Liam and David, and she became a bit giddy witnessing their lack of enthusiasm. After the way those two had acted, they deserved to not have things go their way for once.

“Hey, Emma!”

She joined them, returning the hug Regina and Ruby pulled her into as Killian and Elsa approached.

“Hey, you remember Killian right?” Mary Margaret asked the other two brunettes.

“Yeah, of course.” Ruby grinned like a cheshire cat as she extended her hand to him. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“Aye, you too, love.” Killian offered a polite smile as he pressed a kiss to the back of her hand.

“Such a gentleman. Don’t you just love British men,” Ruby asked Regina.

Emma’s scornful eyes launched invisible darts at the her, jealousy bubbling in her blood. Emma tried to shove it away and ignore; she knew Killian was only being polite. She knew he only had eyes for her.

“Of course I do. I’m dating one, remember?” Regina replied, referring to Robin, who she’d been seeing for a few months now.

Liam and David begrudgingly came over to greet them and chatted very briefly before the guys returned to their chairs and ate the rest of their dinner.

“Hey, Em, you’re pretty good friends with Killian, right?”

Emma narrowed her eyes, staring at Ruby suspiciously. “Yeah, we’re good friends. Why do you ask?”

Ruby’s smile became brighter, if that were even possible. “Well, I know that last time I saw him he was all broody and trying to get over his ex, but it seems like he’s doing much better now, so… do you think you could hook me up with him?” she asked with pleading eyes. “I mean the man is hot. How are you two only friends?”

Emma’s stomach dropped and her heart leapt into her throat; she didn't really know how to respond. If she denied the brunette’s request then— no, she couldn’t do that. This was Mary Margaret’s friend, and she didn’t want to upset anyone or rouse any suspicion. Plus, Ruby was staring at her with a hopeful gleam in her eyes, so Emma did the only thing she was capable of doing at that moment. She mustered a fake smile and muttered, “Sure, why not?”

“Oh, thanks, Em,” Ruby practically jumped up and down before drawing Emma into another hug, squeezing her a little too tightly as Emma cursed herself.

Why did Ruby and Regina have to show up and ruin everything? Emma had worked so hard to finally have a pleasant evening with her friends, so how the hell did it all go to shit? And why the fuck did she agree to setting Ruby up with Killian? He was already taken!
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