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A Helping Hand	By : Hookedonapirate Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 8245 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Killian didn't even attempt to suppress the smile from his lips when he woke up the next morning with Emma in his arms, his hand tucked under her top and grasping onto one of her perfect breasts. He wanted to shout out how happy he was to the world from the rooftops, but for him it wasn't an option at the moment, and honestly it hurt like hell that he couldn't, but he wasn't going to let that sour his mood. Besides, there was this energy swarming through him which fueled the urge to run laps around the campsite or even the whole beach. This energy gave him life. In fact, as sated as his limbs felt, just laying there was driving him crazy. And his blonde angel beside him looked so comfortable and peaceful, he didn't wish to disturb her, so he carefully removed his hand from her boob and rolled her over so she was laying on her back as he gently slid his other arm from underneath her head.

“Where you going, baby?” Emma's sleepy words surprised him; she still had her eyes closed. Killian grinned and lifted her hand, pressing a delicate kiss to each of her fingertips, his heart speeding up a bit as he felt the softness underneath his lips.

“Just going for a jog, sweetling. I'm feeling a bit antsy, and it's six in the morning so you should go back to sleep.”

Emma groaned—it was a groggy, needy sound that pulled at the strings of his heart—but she didn't argue with him. “‘Kay,” she breathed, sifting her fingers through his chest hair. “I will miss your body heat.” Her voice was raspy as she spoke, and she was so adorable, the thought of leaving her was painful, but he knew he wouldn't be able to rest, and he would end up disturbing her and messing with her beauty sleep. Not that she needed it.

“Is that all I'm good for?” he chuckled, running his hand through her bangs to push them aside, his thumb caressing the pale lines of her forehead, “My body heat?”

A lazy smirk crawled across Emma's lips as she bit her bottom one, continuing to drag her hand across his chest, her fingers tracing around one of his nipples. “You know that's not true.” Her words were slurred as she gripped his sides, pulling him to her. “You’re good for many, many things.” Emma spoke like she were drunk, but there was not a trace of alcohol in her system. Like him, she was drunk on love. They both revelled in the feeling as Killian leaned down and kissed her hard and deep, expressing everything he felt.

She sighed pleasantly against him and when he pulled away, she licked her lips, her eyelids still shut. It was very difficult to leave her side, but he knew if he didn’t, things would quickly spiral into something more. Their romps in the little tent were very gratifying, but he could hear voices outside, indicating people were already awake, and all they had to do was unzip the tent to see that Killian and Emma were much more than friends. Besides, he really needed to work off some of the harbored energy inside him to maintain some sort of sanity because he was out of his mind in love with the enchanting woman he was currently holding in his arms.

So reluctantly, he let her go, kissing her sweetly on the forehead before pulling away. “Get some sleep, love.”

Other than the small whine that tore from her throat, she was incapable of protesting at that point, too sleepy to do anything else, other than turn on her side and tuck her hands under her cheek, her body wriggling slightly to get more comfortable.

“I'll be back soon.”

Emma nodded and whispered, “Love you.”

Killian smiled and watched as she started to drift off to sleep; it was really difficult to leave, but he summoned the strength, and with an “I love you too, Swan,” he kissed her forehead once more and got up, quietly changing into a t-shirt and shorts before leaving the tent.

The morning air was pleasant and the sounds of the seagulls and the tide crashing into the shore were calming, he got lost in his run on the beach, and the time quickly slipped through his fingers. By the time he got back, he was panting heavily, dripping with sweat and pretty sure someone would be able to smell him from a mile away.

He quietly snuck into the tent and grabbed his bag full of toiletries, some clothes and a towel, stuffing them into his duffle bag. Emma was still sleeping, so he made sure to be as quiet as possible before slipping out of the tent.

Liam and David were ready to go as Mary Margaret and Leo were just waking up and the other women were still sleeping.

“Morning little brother. You slept well, I take it?” Liam greeted, his sleepy eyes lighting up with curiosity.

The big grin permanently plastered to Killian’s features must have gave himself away. “Younger brother. And aye, I did sleep very well actually.”

“You mean Emma didn't keep you up with her snoring?” David teased playfully, patting Killian’s shoulder.

Killian chuckled. She kept him up alright, but not because of her snoring. “You're one to talk, mate. Your snoring could wake the dead.”

David frowned. “I don't snore. I sleep like I'm under a sleeping curse; that's what Mary Margaret always tells me.”

Liam and Killian exchanged amused glances as they headed away from the campsite. “And I’m sure she's not telling you that to protect your feelings,” Killian teased.

“It doesn't matter—she’d love you either way, which is a very good thing,” Liam added seriously, but at the same time, he and Killian were trying their best not to laugh.

Killian found it difficult to believe that as long as they've been together, Mary Margaret had never told him he snored, but then again they were a couple who still acted like they were on their honeymoon. He could sense there was a great deal of history between them, but there was also an undeniable, unbreakable love illuminating from the two, which was usually only visible between newlyweds.

David smiled broadly and proudly. “She really would. And yes , that is a very good thing.”

The subject was dropped, and Killian walked with the two fellas through the woods, chatting about their plans for the day. It was actually pleasant, and neither of them mentioned Emma or Ruby or anything involving his lovelife, and Killian was grateful that they could just shoot the breeze without anything getting in the way.

They reached the showers; there were five, four of which were empty, and Killian chose the one on the end, next to the stall David had disappeared into. After closing and locking the door behind him, setting his bag on the bench and hanging up his towel on the hook, Killian turned on the shower, twisting the knobs until the water reached his desired temperature. He retrieved a bar of soap, some shampoo and a scrub from his bag before getting undressed, placing his clothes on the bench and stepping underneath the shower. He sighed in content when the water cascaded over him, hitting his skin. Bending his head down to wet his hair, visions of Emma started playing in his head as he scrubbed the shampoo through his locks, lathering the soap under his fingertips. As satisfied as he was, he could never get enough of her. As he finished rinsing his hair, he heard a knock on the door.

“Occupied,” he called out over the sound of the running water, hoping the person on the other side of the door would hear him. Thankfully they left. Or so he thought.

Certain he wouldn't be bothered anymore, he grabbed the bar of soap and lathered the scrub with it, ready to wash himself.

Knock knock knock.

This time the pounding on the door was a bit louder and Killian instantly became irritated. “The shower’s occupied,” he bit out.

Knock knock knock.

“Bloody hell,” Killian cursed under his breath as he placed the scrub on the shelf, stepped out from underneath the shower and grabbed his towel, wrapping it around his hips. The door was locked, so why couldn't this annoying person get the bloody picture? It wasn’t his fault if all of the showers were full.

“The shower’s occupied,” he spat through gritted teeth. His patience was wearing thin as the knocks became incessant until he unlocked the door and yanked it open. “You’ll have to wait your tu—” His words were cut off when a hand clapped over his mouth and he was being pushed back towards the shower. The door was being slammed shut and locked again before his towel was ripped off of him and draped over the shower hook, and Killian was being attacked.

He was being attacked by a green-eyed blonde who was smashing her lips into his with a force so powerful, he almost stumbled backwards.

He was already half mast when Emma grabbed his cock, stroking him in her soft her fingers.

“Bloody hell,” he whispered, clutching onto her shoulders for balance.

Emma smirked and bit her bottom lip. “Still want me to wait my turn?” she asked quietly.

“Fuck, no,” he groaned and thrust himself into her touch, letting her know he was not at all opposed to sharing the stall with her.

Emm ran her hand up and down his length, and just as he was fully hard, she released him and backed away. But as he whined in protest, she was removing the towel from her shoulder and the clothes from her body, tossing them on the bench, and he wasn’t about to complain as his gaze moved over her hot, naked form. Her eyes were plagued with mischief as she kissed him again, walking him back under the shower. Killian grabbed her hip, enjoying this little dominant act she was presenting to him. He felt the water spraying his back as Emma broke the kiss, staring in to his eyes.

“Turn around,” she demanded, her voice wrecked with desire. “I wanna wash you.”

He quickly obliged, turning away from her as his erection throbbed, his cock aching to be touched.

The water was streaming over his body as she ran her hand down his back, gently following the shapes of the muscles in his shoulders, stroking along his spine and over to his hips.

He exhaled deeply, reveling in the feel of the hot water spraying his chest, and her gentle caresses.

Placing her thumbs in the small of his back, she pressed and rubbed, massaging away some of the tension from the tight muscles. “That feels good, love.” He closed his eyes, emitting a sound of contentment as she continued, applying more pressure.

After a few minutes of blissful torture as she gave him a really good, thorough massage, she picked up the scrub and began the process of washing his back.

He leaned his hands against the front wall of the shower, dropping his head down to allow the water to cascade over his head and down his back.

“Hey,” she chided gently, “let me wash before you rinse.” She shifted her scrubbing down to his ass cheeks as he chuckled. His quiet laughter stopped abruptly with a sharp intake of breath when she reached under to caress his balls with one of her soapy hands.

“ Oh ,” he uttered with a soft groan. She continued massaging and lathering his balls with soap far longer than necessary for cleanliness. “Fuck, that feels amazing.”

She dropped the scrub and snaked her other hand around his hip, now using both hands to roll his soapy balls around, back and forth between her silky fingers, and shifted her front hand to slide up his unbearably hard cock.

He groaned as she stroked him slowly, the foamy soap making his cock slide easily through her fist.

“Just making sure you're really, really clean.” She smiled against his back, placing kisses along his spine as she continued stroking and fondling him, sliding his shaft through her fist while massaging his balls. It felt so fucking incredible, he didn’t know much longer he could possibly last if she kept this up. His blonde temptress was a bloody little tease and he loved every second of everything she did to him.

Emma ran her tongue up his back, tasting the salty skin and bit him gently with her teeth. Killian shuddered with pleasure.

“I think I'm clean now,” he murmured in a strangled voice and tried to turn around, adding, “It’s my turn to wash you.”

Tightening her grip around him to halt his movements, she replied quickly, “Ah ah, I don't think so. I'm not convinced you're clean enough yet.”

Bloody siren.

She shifted and moved her hand more rapidly along his length before slowing down, squeezing him just a bit tighter at the head each time.

She was driving him crazy, increasing her speed until his breathing hitched in the familiar way that told her he was on the edge, before slowing down again. They both knew there wasn’t enough pressure or friction to get him off; it was just enough to keep him on the brink. He was so close to his orgasm but too far away.

Finally relenting, Emma loosened her grip on him. “Okay, you’re probably clean enough…” She had barely finished the sentence when he turned around, sharply pushing her back into the wall of the shower, covering her mouth with his. She was squealing in surprise feeling the cold tiles against her heated, bare skin, but she didn’t mind one bit.

They breathed each other in with hot, sloppy kisses as his hand found a beautiful breast, his tongue mingling with hers as he squeezed the soft weight in his hand, his thumb grazing over her stiff nipple. They tried to keep the noises to a minimum seeing as the stall was next to the one David was currently in, but their heavy breathing and soft moans could not be controlled, as much as they tried.

It was Emma’s turn to whine in protest as he shifted his grip from her boob to her silky nub, sliding a finger through her slit and slipping it inside her dripping heat.

“Bloody hell, you’re wet,” he growled, adding a second digit. He kissed her harder to swallow her moan, pushing his tongue into her mouth in a rhythm that matched the movement of the fingers that were fucking her pussy.

A needy sound spilled from her lips, and she rocked against his hand, seeking more friction.

“Oh, no, love,” he murmured with a wicked grin, removing his hand from her body and wrapping his fingers around her wrists to hold both against the wall above her head. “Not after all of that teasing,” he muttered with a shattered groan. “You have to wait for me this time.”

A smirk was curving her lips, her breathing heavy, green eyes glowing with anticipation.

“And maybe I’ll let you cum… or maybe I won’t.” He kissed her hard , pressing his body against hers; he knew she loved when he took control of her. She thrived on it.

She whimpered, feeling his hard cock trapped between them and squirmed against him while he kissed her with everything inside him.

Reaching down, he grabbed his cock and slid it between her thighs, making sure his hard, throbbing length was buried between her folds, riding her clit.

With a sharp intake of breath, she uttered a strangled, “ Oooh,” as he moved, thrusting into her, allowing his cock to drag back and forth against her clit with every movement, feeling her breath panting against his neck. She looked like a tortured mess; her face was flushed and her pupils were blown wide, pleading for more. Part of him wanted to tease her to no end, keep her directly on the edge, but the other part of him wanted to give her exactly what she desired.

Relinquishing her wrists, he grabbed her thigh, urging her legs apart, and she responded eagerly, curling one leg around his hip in irresistible invitation as he grabbed her ass.

Her hands were clutching his shoulders as he bent his knees just enough to slide the velvety tip of his aching cock into her opening.

With one hard thrust he entered her, muffling her cries of pleasure with another kiss.

He fucked slowly into her depths, getting lost, buried deep inside her as he released her lips, gasping for air. “Now,” he growled in a whisper, gazing into her lustful eyes, “now I’m going to make you come, you sexy tease.”

Her eyes were clouded with heat, and she moved her leg higher, grinding against him with purpose as he gripped the back of her thigh. “Yes,” she begged and bucked against him again and again, “Killian, please.”

“Please what?" He slid his cock out just a little, and then shoved in again, hard, filling her completely. “Tell me what you want, love.”

She looked at him, her eyes full of hunger and love, “You know exactly what I want.”

“Do I?” He grinned and began moving in and out of her again very slowly. “I want you to say it,” he whispered, his lips a hair's breadth from hers, their heavy panting mingling together. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

She closed her eyes, muttering a “fuck me,” which turned him on even more, and he rocked into her a little faster, a little harder. Opening her eyes and smiling, she kissed and bit his lower lip, before sliding her mouth to his ear, whispering, “I want you to fuck me. HARD .”

The words sent vibrations through his body, making his spine tingle, and he finally gave in to what they both wanted. Lifting her leg as high as it would extend without hurting her, he gripped her tightly, his fingers pressed firmly into her luscious thighs as he fucked her roughly against the shower wall.

He plunged into her hard and fast, listening to Emma moaning quietly and cursing under her breath. With each thrust, there was a grunt or a curse, and every time he filled her to the hilt, he became closer and closer.

Small grunts were flying from his lips as he chased his release until a long groan, which signaled his impending orgasm, pushed her over the edge. Her fingers dug into his back as she held him tightly, her walls fluttering around him in waves, drawing out his own orgasm as he spurted his hot come into her depths, continuing to capture her moans with his kisses.

Releasing her leg, he slumped into her body, heartbeats pounding rapidly as they held each other up, taking some time to gather their wits.

A few moments passed before they realized that the water was starting to cool down, and it felt refreshing against their flushed skin.

“Looks like it's time to get out, love. We used up all the hot water,” he chuckled quietly, trying not to be too loud, “I'm not sure how much of me actually got washed... not that I'm at all complaining.”

She smiled at him, still slightly sleepy as he turned to shut off the water, and she grabbed the two towels, handing one to him.

“I'm pretty sure none of me got washed,” she laughed, wrapping the towel around her body.

Bending his head, Killian scrubbed the towel through his hair. “Oh love, I do remember offering, but you were too intent on making sure I was clean enough.” He lifted his eyes seeing Emma toss him a sarcastic smirk as he wrapped the towel around his hips and stepped closer to her, curling his arms around her waist.

“Not to worry. We can certainly make up for that tonight after the fireworks. I will enjoy giving my dirty girl a very thorough wash,” he murmured suggestively, wiggling his brows, and gave her a soft kiss on the lips.

When he rested his forehead against hers, Emma's cheeks were tinged with pink and there was a smile gracing her lips and a twinkle in her eye. Killian squeezed her hips and ran his hands up her body, engaging her with a few more lingering kisses, not wanting to break apart from her. Emma seemed to also indulge in the soft, quiet moments as she ran her fingers through his stubble, nuzzling his nose with hers.

They kissed for a few minutes longer before they had to peel themselves off of each other to get dressed. Killian replaced everything in his bag and grabbed his towel, unlocking the door. He was about to poke his head out to make sure the coast was clear, but he didn't need to. He could already see someone waiting in front of the door. Killian panicked and scratched behind his ear, not really knowing what to do.

“Uhhh… you might not want to go use this one. I'm afraid I used up the hot water.”

It wasn't a lie but the lad, who was maybe in his mid-twenties, looked perplexed. “Wouldn't all the showers be cold then?”

“Aye, that's correct… so you might want to wait.”

To Killian’s dismay, the guy waved off his words. “That's okay, I'll be quick. My ex-girlfriend dumped me a few months ago, so I'm used to taking cold showers.”

Damn, why couldn't the bloke just take a hint? Killian looked from side to side, making sure David, Liam or the lasses weren't around, but there were only other people waiting for showers. “Oh uh… I just remembered, I left something behind. Be right back.”

Killian quickly slipped inside where Emma was still waiting patiently. He extended his hand as she eyed him in confusion. “Love, you have to come with me.”

A dirty smirk curved her lips as she took his hand. “Ready for another round already?”

Killian blushed and smiled. “For You? Always. But right now we have to leave the stall.”

She was confused again but didn't question him and he led her out the door where the same man was still waiting. He observed them, smirking deliberately. “Well I can guess why there isn't any hot water left.”

Emma and Killian were both blushing profusely, grins tugging their lips as the lad winked and brushed past them, entering the shower.

Killian and Emma were still smiling and blushing when they walked away and headed through the woods. He hated that he had to let go of her hand when they got back to the campsite, but he did so reluctantly.

“How was your shower?” David asked him, and Killian froze in his tracks. His mouth fell open to speak, but he couldn't find the words. Did David know what was going on in the stall directly next to his? Of course he did. The guy wasn't an idiot. “It was uh…” he started, but David cut him off.

“Mine was rather weird. I could hear two people having sex in the stall next to mine,” he admitted bluntly.

Fuck.

Killian swallowed thickly. Yup. They were busted.

“Are you serious?” Ruby asked, her eyes wide with curiosity as she she looked up from pouring cereal into her bowl. “They were having sex?” she asked loudly.

“Ruby!” Mary Margaret chided as she covered Leo's ears. They had just come from the tent walking in on the conversation at the exact wrong time.

“Sorry, MM.” Ruby poured milk into her bowl and sat on top of the picnic table, eating her cereal with big bright eyes as she looked at David. “So tell me more.”

He shook his head. “All I know is I heard moaning and grunting from a male and female. And I could hear them getting it on. Smacking skins and whatnot.”

Killian looked over at Emma and her eyes were blown wide in absolute horror, her face as white as a sheet.

Luckily, David turned and walked away towards his wife and son by the campfire to avoid anymore questions, but when Ruby’s gaze fell upon Emma and Killian, she immediately put the pieces together and her jaw dropped, speaking quietly for only Emma and Killian to hear. “It was you two jumping each others bones in the shower, wasn't it?”

They both smiled bashfully, their cheeks heating with blush as they sat at the picnic table and Killian grabbed a couple bowls, pouring them both some cereal. Neither answered but Ruby grinned like a Cheshire cat and went back to eating her own breakfast; she knew. She definitely knew.

~*~

The sky was bluer than Emma had ever seen and the sun was shining brilliantly, reflecting off the lake as the boat was gliding across the water. Emma was already feeling the buzz from her Mai Tai and Killian was behind the wheel after he and Liam had spent half the day fighting over it.

“I'm the Captain of this ship—this whole trip ,” was Liam’s argument, but of course Elsa talked some sense into the stubborn pain in the ass and he begrudgingly gave the wheel to Killian, who took his position very seriously. He acted as a tour guide after he did some research on the surrounding area, and even had Leo sit in his lap with his little life jacket on, helping Killian steer.

Emma watched them smiling. Two of her favorite boys were getting along, and she liked the idea of that. She also found it (just a little) satisfying that Liam had to settle for sitting on the sidelines; he even fought with Regina over who was going to be the mixologist for the evening, but everyone voted and he lost. Regina owned a bar, so of course everyone picked her, and she made everyone drinks, which were not very strong, but the way the gang was throwing them back, it wouldn't take long for them to get drunk. But then again there was Leo on the boat, so they'd still have to keep themselves in check, which was a very good thing, Emma reasoned.

Emma was watching Killian as he drove the boat from the dock and towards the middle of the lake. He started blushing profusely when he passed by the secluded cove where he and Emma made love in the water, but luckily the others weren't paying much attention as the two of them shared a look and a smirk.

“So, have you two picked a date yet,” Mary Margaret asked Elsa and Liam as they sat across from each other, the wind blowing through their hair.

“That seems to be the question of the week,” Elsa laughed. “We’re still deciding, just can't agree on anything yet.”

“Welcome to married life,” David chuckled and wrapped his arm around his wife, lovingly kissing her temple.

“Yes, but it has its perks,” Mary Margaret pointed out with a buoyant grin, resting her head on her husband's shoulder. “Well, if you need any help, I'd be happy to assist.”

“Oooh, me too,” Ruby chimed in from beside her friend. “I love weddings. I'd just never have one of my own,” she admitted, taking a sip of her drink.

“That's really nice for both of you to offer,” Elsa replied, smiling brightly. “I might just take you up on that. What do you say, Emma? Wouldn't it be fun for the four of us gals to get together and plan this wedding?”

“Yeah of course.” Emma smiled; she liked the idea of her friends getting along and spending some quality time together. “Sounds great. And don't worry, you and Liam are going to have the perfect wedding; with Mary Margaret by your side, you're in good hands.”

The Nolan woman beamed at her. “Aw, thanks Emma.”

“All I have to say Liam, is be prepared to be blown away,” David added. “My wife has always been fantastic at planning events.”

Liam smiled and looked at Elsa as they held hands. “I'm not worried. This one agreed to marry me, so I can't really ask for much more. In fact, Elsa, I think we should have the wedding the way you want it.”

Elsa’s jaw dropped. She, like everyone else, was in complete shock. Liam was willingly giving up control of something? That was a first. “Really?”

Liam sighed, but his smile never left his lips. “Really. You have all made me realize that me being a controlling, overbearing arse—"

“We never said that,” Killian teased with a smirk. “Not to your face.”

Liam rolled his eyes at his brother. “You've all made me realize that there are things more important, and I wanted thank you all for being here and for putting up with me. This camping trip might be just that to all of you, but for Elsa and I, we’re still celebrating being engaged. And I'm grateful to have you all here with us, as difficult as I've been.”

“You're not the only one. I haven't been much better, but I am very happy for you and Elsa. Congratulations, Liam,” David praised sincerely as he leaned over at the edge of his seat, extending his hand.

Liam mirrored David's movements, shaking it. “Thank you David. You're a good man. Don't beat yourself up.”

Mary Margaret was beaming in excitement and Emma was surprised she wasn't jumping up and down applauding. “I for one am glad we all got the chance to spend some time together.”

All of the adults who weren't in charge of steering the boat drank to that.

“Even though some of us weren't invited,” David teased Regina and Ruby with a laugh.

Ruby shrugged unapologetically. “What? Come on, you have to admit, this trip became much more interesting when I joined the party.”

Regina rolled her eyes. “I'm the one who procured the alcohol and made everyone drinks; you can't have a party without drinks.”

“Hey, there's an idea, Elsa. If you plan on serving alcohol at your wedding you could hire Gina as the bartender,” Mary Margaret suggested.

Regina didn't seem to be opposed. “Yeah, I would be happy to.”

Elsa’s eyes lit up and glanced at her fiance. “What do you think, babe? Should we have a bar at our wedding?”

Liam chuckled and kissed her cheek. “I told you, darling, whatever you want.”

Elsa averted her eyes to Regina. “You’ve got the job.”

Now it was Mary Margaret’s time to clap her hands in excitement. “Yay! You got one thing checked off the list already. This is going to be fun,” Mary Margaret exclaimed and they all took another drink in celebration.

When Killian found an acceptable spot to perch the boat, they were already dressed in their swimwear, so Ruby was quick to step to the edge and dive into the water.

“How is it, Rubes?” Regina asked, ready to jump in herself.

“It's a little cold but it feels fantastic!”

Regina joined her and soon, the rest of them were diving in and enjoying the refreshingly cool water. Emma was mostly staying close to Leo and steering clear of the men who were dunking each other underwater, but she was glad Killian seemed to be enjoying himself and was getting along with her other two favorite guys—Liam and David. For her that was important. After all the drama this trip had incurred so far, it was nice to see him so relaxed and able to have fun, and not only when they were sneaking off and hiding to have sex.

Although, Emma wasn't sure they were actually doing a very good job at being secretive, Ruby was doing a very good job at showing her affections towards Killian, flirting subtly with him without pissing Emma off, but she knew it was only a matter of time before they got caught. And Emma had to prepare herself for when that happened; she just wasn't sure she was ready yet.

“Hey Em, did you see that hot guy a few sights down from ours?” Mary Margaret asked her as the group of women were treading in the water. “He seems cute.”

Emma shook her head. “No, I don't think think so. Which one is he?” Not that it mattered because Emma was hardly capable of noticing any men there when her boyfriend was the most gorgeous of them all.

“Oh come on, he's the tall one with dark curly hair and baby blue eyes. How could you miss him? He's so dreamy,” Ruby added.

Emma shrugged. “Sorry, didn't notice.”

“Well you know, you need a date for Elsa’s wedding so maybe you should keep an eye out,” Mary Margaret suggested. “Not that I’m trying to pressure you. Believe me I'm not trying to push you towards some guy who may potentially turn into a flying monkey. I've already learned my lesson with that one.”

“It's okay, really. I'm fine going to the wedding single.”

“I really have to agree with her,” Ruby admitted. “A wedding is a prime place to meet single, hot men. Believe me I've had some experience in that department,” she added with a wink.

Emma rolled her eyes and laughed, swimming away from them. Ruby was doing a very fine job keeping her and Killian's relationship underwraps. Emma really owed her big time.

When the sun began to set, everyone eventually climbed back into the boat and retrieved towels to dry themselves off.

Ruby turned on some music, choosing some tunes that were appropriate for the occasion and for the ears of a young boy, and she and Regina got up and started dancing, encouraging the other women to join.

“You coming Em?” Mary Margaret asked as she joined them. The guys were chatting about sports and Leo was sitting in his father's lap, not paying much attention to the girls, but Emma didn't really feel like making a fool out of herself. The last time she went dancing, she was sandwiched between two men; even though one of them was Killian, the other turned out to be a real douchebag whom she was using to make Killian jealous. It was not a very proud moment for her.

But after a few more drinks, Emma found herself standing and started dancing shamelessly; she felt weightless, like she was floating. It had been awhile since she'd been this drunk… and she kind of liked it. She liked it even better when she bumped into a solid figure from behind and turned around to find Killian there dancing with her.

Emma smirked and curled her hands around the back of his neck as he slid his good hand around her waist, the other one placed on her hip.

Emma could tell he also had a few drinks in him as he flashed a lazy smile and clumsily moved while he tried to dance, but she was in no state to care or complain.

“What's the matter Captain? Can't hold your liquor?” she teased, and he tilted his head to the side, his smile growing into a smirk.

“Quite the contrary, love,” he mumbled, his words slurred together. Emma's breath hitched when he spoke in her ear, “I can hold you in my arms for hours while I fuck you, so I can certainly hold a little liquor.”

Emma had to bite back a moan as he pulled back slightly, his thumb caressing her hip bone.

“Not to worry though, Liam is manning the helm from here.”

Emma nodded and smiled, accepting his words as she closed the distance between them, dancing unabashedly. It wasn't long before Ruby was tugging on both of their hands, trying to pull them apart and Emma and Killian just went along with it, dancing with Ruby, Regina and Mary Margaret.

When the beat changed into something slower, Emma found herself gravitating towards Killian again, and maybe it was because she was getting tired, or maybe it was because she just wanted to be in his arms, but she needed him.

The sky was completely dark and many other boats had gathered around when the fireworks began to light up the night, the colors reflecting across the water. It made the whole event seem far more magical than any Fourth of July celebration Emma had ever witnessed before. Or maybe it was because she was drunk. Or maybe it was because she was celebrating with Killian.

It didn't matter though, because everything and everyone else sort of faded out in the distance as she leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder, arms wrapped around one another. Their bodies were pressed together, heartbeat against heartbeat, his cheek resting in her hair and their breathing slow and steady as they swayed to the music. Emma was feeling alcohol simmering through her and she had only felt this relaxed when she was with Killian, but the difference was there were currently no insecurities or worries or past heartbreaks or other wounds from the past clouding her mind. It was just her and Killian dancing together as though they had done this a thousand times, even though they could no longer hear the music—only the screeching, the loud booms and crackling of the fireworks as they dissipated into the air.

She was feeling good— really good —possessing the urge to express all her emotions, so she lifted her head and grabbed the collar of his shirt, her lips colliding with his. He responded quickly with a groan, pulling her closer, tightening his arms around her and deepening the kiss. And it was just her and Killian in the moment. Just the two of them indulging in each other’s warmth and the soft caresses of tongues and lips mingling sloppily but affectionately.

Just as soon as she got lost in the little bubble she and Killian had formed, it was popping and bursting around them.

She was surprised she could even hear the clearing of Ruby’s throat as she tried to warn them, but it was too late. Emma and Killian stiffened and slowly pulled their lips from each other, looking around them. Liam, David, Mary Margaret and the rest of them were staring in shock. Emma was stunned in her spot; she couldn't move and didn't know what to say. But luckily, Killian had enough strength for both of them as he pulled away slightly, his arms still embracing her, a bewildered look on his face.

“Love, I think we’ve had too much to drink.”

“Ummm…. what's going on between you two?” David implored, confusion etched in his features.

Averting her gaze to her friends, Emma widened her eyes and pushed Killian away. “Oh my gosh, I must be out of my mind,” she mumbled, trying to laugh it off. “You all know how I get when I've had a few drinks—I start making out with random guys.” She looked at Elsa and Mary Margaret, clumsily pointing between them. “Just be thankful I wasn't near your fiance or your husband.” She started stumbling backwards but Killian caught her.

“Okay, love, I think you should sit down.”

Meanwhile Ruby appeared to be hurt as she watched the two of them and turned around, walking to the other end of the boat. Mary Margaret approached Emma, concerned. “Emma, you know Ruby likes him. How could you do that?”

“I will talk to Ruby. It was really nothing, I assure you,” Killian spoke as he helped Emma sit down.

She was feeling dizzy and her pupils were dilated when she looked across the water, the colorful lights zooming over the lake. Her head was spinning with what she had allowed to occur in front of everyone . How could she let this happen? Did they actually believe her and Killian? At this point, Emma highly doubted it.

~*~

Killian went to check on Ruby as the others sat down and turned their attention back to the display on the lake. Ruby was leaning back against the railing, her eyes fixed on the fireworks too. But she looked completely devastated and Killian was beginning to wonder whether she actually had feelings for him or not.

“You alright, lass?” he questioned, leaning next to her. The rest of the gang were fixated on the fireworks display; they didn't see the slow, wide grin curving Ruby's lips as she looked at him.

“Are you kidding? That was amazing,” she commented quietly.

Killian sighed in relief and let out a small laugh.

“My acting classes really paid off, huh?”

Killian smiled and nodded. “I would say so.”

“Maybe someday I won't need my waitressing job anymore.”

“You definitely have what it takes to be a movie star one day, lass,” he chuckled. Ruby had informed him of her dreams to be a movie actress, and he was aware they could use her acting skills to their advantage, so he guessed he should have known better when he saw her moping after she expressed her approval of his and Emma's relationship.

“Thanks Killian.” She smiled at him before moving her eyes to the fireworks again. “You really should tell them though. They're going to find out. It's too obvious that you're both into each other. I'm surprised they haven't figured it out yet.”

Killian blushed; he knew Ruby was correct, and he wanted to tell everyone, but not while Emma was opposed to it. “Aye. You're right, lass. But try telling that to Emma.”

Ruby shrugged. “She loves you and this is something difficult for her to deal with, so she just needs time to accept this is real,before everyone else can know it is . She’ll come around though.”

Killian took a moment to process Ruby’s words. He knew she was right. In fact, it all made sense now. Emma was the type of woman who’d been treated worse than she deserved, so when something good came along, he could see how it might be difficult to accept that it's going to last and not just a dream—to accept that it's very real and not ending anytime soon . He just hoped he would be able to prove to her that he wasn't going anywhere.

~*~

Emma didn't remember much of what happened that night, only bits and pieces, so luckily the group believed her when she assured them she didn't remember kissing Killian (which that part she actually did remember).

“So you don't remember locking lips with Liam’s brother,” Elsa teased. “Must not have been a very good kiss.”

“Oi! I heard that,” Killian called out, offended as he carried some of his things to the van, but he knew very well Emma remembered.

The gang decided to leave early when rain was forecasted, which was fine, because they were mostly ready to go back to their normal lives in the city. Ruby had snagged their camping neighbor’s number, the kissing incident had eventually been dropped and (not) forgotten, and Killian and Emma were finally going on a date.

A week later...

“You look lovely, Swan,” Killian breathed, still in awe of the dress she was wearing. It was black, hugging all of her delectable curves, and she wore it with shiny black ankle wrap stilettos.

Emma blushed and smiled as she took his offered arm. “Thank you.”

They walked arm in arm towards the restaurant, Killian's stomach full of nervous butterflies. Even though they'd been together many many times, going on a date was still a huge step for them.

“Did you get Liam’s and Elsa texts,” she asked him, recalling the message she had received from each of them.

“Aye, they wanted to speak to us about something tomorrow night. What do you think it's about?”

Emma shrugged as he opened the door for her and they walked into the restaurant. “Not sure. Maybe they decided on a date for the wedding,” she guessed, her eyes circling around. They had never been to this place before and figured they wouldn't see anyone they knew, since it was crazy expensive. But Killian decided he owed her many dinners and date nights for as long as they'd been together without having one.

“You're probably right, love.” He approached the front desk and gave the hostess his name for their reservation.

“I just have to use the restroom,” Emma declared, kissing his cheek after they were showed to a booth.

“Would you like some wine, sweetheart?”

“Sure, I'll have some white wine.”

“Okay, I'll order us a bottle.” He kissed her lips before she headed towards the restrooms. He sat down and started perusing the menu to pass the time. When the waitress came to the table, he ordered the wine and sat patiently, waiting for his gorgeous date to return to him.

“Killian?”

When his name was called, his ears perked up and he turned in his seat. His jaw dropped in shock. Liam and Elsa were standing there, their hands linked, and they were both very surprised. But still not as surprised as he was. And certainly not as mortified.

“Uh… hi… what are you…” Killian cleared his throat, trying to find the right words. “I mean, I didn't know you'd be here.”

“Yeah, we didn't either, but we were able to get reservations at the last minute,” Liam explained, confusion etched in his features. “What are you doing here?”

Fuck.

Killian didn't really know what to do. They were busted. He should've listened to Ruby when she had told him to just fess up.

“Emma?” Elsa's call was strangled as she looked past Killian. “You're here too?”

Emma stopped in her tracks, her mouth falling open as she looked between Liam and Elsa. “Uh hi… what are you two doing here?”

“We could ask you the same,” Liam asked curiously.

“We uh…”

Emma and Killian exchanged glances, trying to conjure up an excuse for both of them being there at the same time.

“We’re both on blind dates,” Emma replied as Killian announced, “We’re here on a double date.”

“Yeah, we set each other up on blind dates and decided to make a double date out of it,” Emma asserted, hoping they bought it.

“Oh,” Elsa uttered, glancing at Liam before returning her gaze to Emma. “You never mentioned anything.”

“Well, it was kind of a last minute thing,” Emma told them.

“Okay, well that's great. Would you like to sit with us while you wait for your dates?”

“Oh, we wouldn't want to intrude.”

“It's not at all,” Elsa assured them, and again Emma and Killian looked at each other before agreeing to follow them to their booth. They informed the waitress they wouldn't need the other table, so she brought them the bottle of wine.

“So, who did you set Killian up with?” Elsa asked when they were all seated.

“Oh this girl I met in college. You wouldn't know her,” Emma told her nervously.

“What's her name?” Liam asked, and Killian took Emma's hand under the table; her palms were sweating.

Emma named someone he figured she went to college with, and of course Liam had to ask Killian a similar question— what was the lad’s name he was fixing Emma up with? He affirmed it was Eric, one of the instructors he worked with, but being the bleedin’ fool he was, he forgot one minor detail.

“Isn't he married?” Liam asked, his brow raised in suspicion.

“Nah, you're thinking of someone else, brother.” Killian quickly changed the subject, and thankfully they both went along with it.

Ten minutes later, Emma and Killian checked their phones, pretending they had received texts from these people, informing Elsa and Liam they wouldn't be able to make it.

“Neither of them were able to come?” Elsa posed with an arched brow.

“No, guess not. But if you two prefer to have some alone time, we can leave,” Emma offered.

“Nonsense,” Liam asserted, stopping them from getting up. “Stay.”

Again, Emma and Killian sighed. It was their first date, and they weren't even able to spend it alone. Nevertheless, Killian decided he was going to enjoy the night, despite the fact that things hadn’t gone as planned.

Besides, Emma looked rather fantastic in her dress and it would be a shame to let it go to waste. In fact, he was dreaming up all the ways he could take her in it, (or out of it) when she grazed her hand along his thigh beneath the tablecloth. He glanced at her, noticing the mischief dancing in her eyes, and quickly took another gander at the menu, trying to focus on it. But he couldn’t ignore how his breathing stuttered when she moved her hand just a little closer to his groin. He soon became uninterested in food, hungry for something else entirely.

Killian was sure the little minx was intent on teasing him because she kept rubbing his thigh before slightly moving her hand back, repeating her movements over and over again.

He almost groaned three times at the dinner table, and he was becoming unbearably aroused, so he decided two could play at this game. Luckily his good hand was closest to her and he snuck it under the table, flashing her a devilish smirk.

When his fingertips reached her soft, supple skin, he could feel Emma's breath hitch; he grinned in success as she removed her hand to hold up the menu, hiding her face behind it.

Liam and Elsa were completely clueless to what was transpiring while Killian bunched up her dress, his fingers slowly moving towards her panties which he knew, judging by the way her pupils were blown wide, were soaking wet.

But the joke was apparently on him because when Emma leaned back a bit, spreading her legs apart, he slid two fingers up her thigh, finding her completely bare.

Bloody fuck.

Stifling a growl, he tried to simmer down a bit before his two fingers found her clit and she silently gasped. And he was correct; his naughty vixen was drenched.

Killian studied Liam and Elsa intently to make certain they had no idea what Killian's intentions were.

His fingers moved agonizingly slow, delving in and pushing into her wet heat. Emma gasped again, trying to shield her arousal from the two pairs of eyes staring at her.

Her breathing was shallow as he forced his middle finger between her slippery folds, plunging into her depths. Emma shifted a little, spreading her legs even further to grant him more access.

She was biting her bottom lip so hard, trying not to draw attention to herself in the crowded restaurant; he was surprised she didn't draw blood instead. But he knew it was becoming harder and harder as he slowly began to move his fingers in and out. The bulge in his pants was growing stiff, but he did his best to stave off his arousal, only focused on her pleasure and making her putty in his hand.

When she was mere seconds away from completely losing it, he pulled his fingers out and she almost whined in complaint before he pushed his digits back in. Elsa asked her a question regarding the wedding planning and Emma was barely able to get the words out as Killian kept stopping and starting again.

“I um… that sounds…” Killian fucked his fingers into her core, causing her words to become broken and strangled. “That sounds—that sounds sooo—ooo great.”

Killian had to suppress a smug smile from forming across his face.

Just as he was certain she couldn’t take anymore, the waitress came to to take their orders.

He held off a bit, still gently sliding his fingers in and out of her tight cunt.

“I'll take the…” Emma stammered, her cheeks flushed and emerald eyes glowing with lust. “I'll take the Chef’s special.”

The waitress took the the rest of their orders and was off again, along with their menus.

Resuming his movements, he pushed his fingers between her folds, pressing them slowly and firmly up inside her. She stifled a gasp, trying to maintain her composure now that she couldn't hide behind the menu, but he could tell it was extremely difficult.

Holding his gaze with Elsa and Liam as they spoke, he continued thrusting his fingers in and out of his girlfriend, his thumb rubbing her clit in little circles. He wasn't really listening to anything they said but he was nodding and agreeing.

Emma’s chest was starting to heave, jaw clenched and her body tensed up—signs that her orgasm was encroaching. She reached over, her hand clenching his wrist, and her face slightly contorted as he plunged his fingers deep inside, holding them there, and twisting his wrist, while his thumb continued to circle her clit. He could feel her muscles clench and she shuddered under his touch, pressing her pelvis into his hand.

Emma orgasmed silently; he wasn't even sure how she possessed that type of control, but somehow she managed, and her face was completely flushed when the appetizers arrived.

After Elsa served a little onto everyone’s plates, Killian took the opportunity to eat one, raising his fingers to his lips, sucking the digits clean, but it wasn't to taste remnants of the food. After a moment, he looked at Emma, offering a devilish grin as he remarked, “The appetizers are quite delicious here.”

Emma was composing herself as they ate in silence, enjoying the food while making yummy noises.

It wasn't long before they had finished and Liam and Elsa were exchanging looks, appearing to be conflicted about something.

Finally Elsa spoke. “So, we were going to tell you both tommorrow, but since you're here with us now, we thought we might as well just tell you.”

Emma and Killian exchanged glances, very much intrigued and maybe a bit worried.

“Elsa and I have decided, since we’re getting married, we wanted to start looking for a place to move in together.”

“Oh,” they both replied simultaneously.

“That's great,” Emma exclaimed, her voice higher in pitch than she had meant it to be.

Killian was happy for his brother and future sister-in-law, but he didn't quite know what that meant for him and Emma. He certainly couldn't afford a two-bedroom apartment with his own salary.

“But we're not in any rush, so you'll both have time to figure out if you want to get roommates to replace us.”

“Or here's an idea—maybe you could just move in together?” Elsa suggested. “I mean you're friends and all, and I'm sure you'd be able to tolerate each other, right?”

“Um yeah…” Emma agreed with hesitance.

Killian looked over at her, and could almost see her walls visibly going up. Not that he could blame her too much; here they were on their first date, already talking about the possibility of living in the same flat. But, he'd be lying if he said he didn't like the sound of it. Not that it mattered. He couldn't even convince Emma to tell their good friends about them, so how in the bloody hell was he going to open her up to the idea of moving in together?

“It's something to think about for sure,” he remarked.

Emma offered a forced smile, and Killian swallowed thickly, fearing the worst possible outcome from the conversation. He quickly became dizzy with panic, afraid that by the end of the evening, they would be calling it their first and last date.
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