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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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“So, are you going to tell us what happened?” David asked kindly as Emma unpacked her things and filled the drawers of the guest bedroom.

As much as she didn't want to talk about anything having to do with Killian, she thought she might as well tell them; they were letting her stay in their home after all.

Emma peered down into her suitcase briefly before gathering the remaining clothes and zipping it closed. She made her way to the dresser one last time and emptied her hands, tossing the clothes into the drawer and pushing it closed. Looking over at David, she flashed him a weak smile as he waited patiently for her to say something.

“Yeah, I will,” she finally answered. “I just…” she paused, her heart still stinging with the pain she felt. She didn't want to bring everyone down with her. Emma shook her head, and tried to be positive. “It doesn't matter.” She walked across the room, passing David along the way and headed out of the bedroom.

“Emma, you know you can talk to us, right?” he asked following behind her.

“I know.” She strode downstairs with him hot on her heels, and went to the living room where Mary Margaret and Leo were emerging from the kitchen. The Nolan woman was juggling three hot mugs of cocoa and whipped cream as her son carried a small cup of the homemade chocolate drink.

“Emma, whenever you're ready to tell us, we’re here to listen,” her friend assured with a warm smile. “We love you and want you to know we are here for you.”

Emma smiled faintly, accepting the hot cocoa which was warm and comforting as she slipped her hand underneath the handle, her fingers curling around the mug. “Thank you.”

“You're very welcome.”

Leo set his drink on the coffee table and climbed into his godmother’s lap as she slowly nursed her beverage.

“Leo be careful, so Aunt Em Em doesn't spill her cocoa,” Mary Margaret chided softly.

“Yes, Mama,” he said and sat still on Emma's lap.

David started Leo's favorite movie, Zootopia, as the four of them sat in the living room. Emma was conflicted with whether she should tell them everything, but at this point she guessed it didn't matter anymore.

“I was dating Killian,” she finally blurted out when the movie was about five minutes in.

“Ha! I knew it!” Mary Margaret shouted exuberantly. “I knew you were more than just friends!”

David immediately paused the film, bringing his attention to her, the brunette’s eyes wide with bewilderment.

“What's dating?” Leo asked curiously as he turned to look at Emma, his sky blue eyes peering up at her.

“It means being with someone you really like,” David answered his son.

“Oh, does that mean I'm dating you, Em Em?” he asked her, eyes wide with excitement.

She laughed and dropped a kiss to the top of his head. “You're too young to date, kiddo.” Leo frowned in disappointment as Emma looked over at Mary Margaret and sighed, returning to their conversation. “Of course you knew,” she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. “So did everyone else apparently.”

“What did everybody know?” Leo asked, confusion etched in his adorable features.

“Nothing, sweetie,” Mary Margaret said to him before averting her eyes to Emma, her features suddenly falling as she realized something. “Wait you said was dating ? What happened?”

“Killian and I broke up,” Emma mumbled, looking down to avoid her friend's gaze.

“Why don't we go in the other room and talk so Leo can watch his movie,” the brunette suggested after a moment of silence. Emma and David nodded in agreement as Mary Margaret looked at her son, speaking in a gentle voice. “Leo, why don’t you move from Em Em’s lap so she can get up.”

“But I don't wanna,” he groaned in complaint. “I wanna sit with Em Em.”

David eyed him sternly. “We will be right back, and then you can visit with Em Em, but right now we have to have a grownup talk.”

“Don’t worry kiddo, we’ll have plenty of time together,” Emma reassured him in a soothing voice, her lips pressed to his temple as she gave him another kiss.

He sighed, but listened to his parents and slid off of her lap, and onto the couch cushion next to her. David got up and ran his hand through his son's hair, ruffling it up and kissing the top of his head. “We’ll be right back, Leo.” Using the remote, he played the movie, and placed it next to his son before the three adults made their way into the kitchen, where they sat around the table with their hot cocoas.

“So, I’m guessing the birthday party isn’t happening then?” Margaret Margaret assumed.

“If it is, I won’t be there,” Emma answered, even though she had helped plan the get together. She didn’t want to take a chance that Milah would be there. She didn’t wish to be anywhere near that woman’s presence. “But you and Leo can still go if you want. I won’t be upset, I just…” Emma stopped abruptly, tears threatening her eyes again.

Mary Margaret reached out a hand, placing it over Emma’s, her features etched with concern. “It’s okay, Emma. We can stay here with you, if you’d like.”

Emma offered a weak smile. “No, you got him a gift, and I don’t want to keep you both here to wallow in my misery with me.” She looked over at David, waiting for him to protest, but he had a thoughtful look on his face.

“Wait, so were you and Killian dating during the camping trip?” he asked with a frown.

Emma nodded. “Yeah, we were,” she croaked, remembering the night in the tent when they had first confessed their love for one another.

“So, it was you and Killian who were getting it on in the shower stall next to mine, wasn’t it?”

“David,” his wife chided as she released Emma's hand and swatted him gently in the shoulder, scolding him. “Now is not the time.”

Emma’s cheeks filled with blush, embarrassment forcing her to look down at the table. To think, she put herself out there for Killian, just so he could break up with her and get back with his ex the same night. “It’s okay,” she assured them, but was more or less trying to convince herself of this. “You don’t have to worry about hearing us or accidentally walking in on us anymore.”

David and Mary Margaret didn’t seem happy about that though, in fact they exchanged worried glances, distress evident in their faces.

Emma’s bottom lip quivered and she felt like she were about to burst into tears again. Leaning over, she pressed her face against the back of her hands, which rested on the table. She just wanted to crawl into a hole and die so no one had to see her like this.

~*~

When Killian arrived at the address Liam had texted him, he knew it was the correct place because he saw Emma's yellow bug and the Nolans’ truck in the driveway.

Parking his car in the front of the house, he paused to gather his thoughts and mused what he would say to her, hoping she’d hear him out and give him the chance to explain. He pulled out his phone and looked at a picture he had of her. It was a selfie of the two of them and he had an arm around her, kissing her cheek. The smile on her face was the most arresting aspect of the photo. This was how he wanted her to look at him—with pure joy reflected on her face and a happy, toothy beam that reached her eyes. If he could have one wish for his birthday, he’d want to see her wearing that exact same smile on her face again. He knew it was a strange wish, but it was the only thing he truly wanted.
Killian tucked his phone into his jacket and got out of his car, a deep sigh released from his lips. Shutting his car door and walking up the porch steps he breathed unsteadily, praying to the gods above she’d take him back.

The welcome mat read, You Better Have Tacos, and he would have chuckled if he weren't so nervous and anxious to get his Swan back. He rang the doorbell and waited with bated breath.

It wasn’t long before the door cracked open. Killian took a deep, shaky breath, his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

Seeing no one there, only the narrow view of the inside and the chain securing the lock, he looked down, spotting a pair of blue eyes, level with the knob, peering through the gap between the frame and the door. It was Leo.

“Killy?!” the young Nolan boy exclaimed, recognizing Killian straight away.

A smile cracked Killian’s lips. “Hey there, little lad.”

Leo immediately tried to reach up for the chain, but he was too short, and his fingers couldn't quite reach.

“Who's at the door, Leo?” David's voice rang from inside. “You know the rule about not opening the door for strangers.”

“It’s not a stranger, Daddy, it’s Killy!” Leo shouted. “We have to let him in!”

Leo disappeared from view and the door was shut before Killian heard the click of the lock. It opened, to Killian’s relief, and David was standing there with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face.

Killian swallowed thickly at the intensity of his stare as he managed a small smile. “Hi, mate.”

“Does Emma know you were coming over?” he asked, ignoring Killian’s polite greeting.

“No, but I came here hoping she would hear me out. There was a huge misunderstanding this morning and I have to explain to her what happened.”

“Are you here to date Em Em?” Leo asked curiously, looking up at him.

Killian’s cheeks warmed with blush as he glanced down at the young lad. “I'm certainly hoping to.”

David put up his hands to stop Killian from entering. “Just hold on a sec. I don't know if Emma wants to see you right now. She's pretty upset.”

Killian stared at the man, eyes pleading with him. “Could you just ask her to hear me out? Please. We can talk outside if you want us to. I just need to set things straight with her, and if she decides to still be mad at me then I'd understand. I just need to tell her the truth.”

David expelled a long, weary sigh. “Alright, I'll ask her. Wait here.”

Killian had to refrain from jumping up and down in anticipation and hugging David in gratitude, and instead settled for a grateful grin. “Thank you.”

David left the foyer, trudging off to the kitchen, and Killian was grateful, but he knew David had made one mistake.

“Em Em is sad without you,” Leo said to him, taking Killian’s hand. “Let's go cheer her up.”

Before Killian could respond, Leo was tugging on his hand and pulling him inside following after David.

“Lad, I don't know if I'll be welcomed,” he tried, but Leo kept going until they went through the kitchen door, facing Emma and the Nolan couple before David could even get the words out.

“Em Em, look, it’s Killian!” Leo shouted in excitement. “He's here to date you!”

Everyone in the room turned their attention to Leo and Killian. That's when he noticed Emma had been crying, fresh tears streaming down her cheeks.

His heart shredded seeing her in such distress.

David had a baffled look on his face, an apologetic smile curving his lips. “Did I mention Killian is here?”

Emma was not any happier seeing him there, that much he could tell. She huffed in frustration and shot up, immediately heading out of the kitchen.

“Emma. Wait!” Killian called after her, but she didn’t retract her determined endeavour in leaving.

“Just let her go,” David demanded quietly, staring at Killian with pleading eyes.

He didn't listen.

He wasn’t willing to let her get away, especially not with her thinking what she did. He let go of Leo's hand and scrambled out of the kitchen and out the front door.

Seeing Emma rush to her car, he shouted after her. “Emma please, you need to know the truth!”

This seemed to infuriate her even more, and she whipped around scowling at him before she had made it to her car door. “What, that you're a piece of scum?! Well don't waste your breath because I already know that,” she bit out and turned around, unlocking her car and throwing the door open.

“I didn't sleep with Milah,” he tried breathlessly, but he didn't know how well his attempt would go over.

Thankfully she paused, her hand still gripping the door as she stared at him, waiting for him to continue.

He suddenly became nervous, her fuming gaze rendering him useless. Running an anxious hand through his hair, he expelled a deep, shaky breath, trying to gather his wits and his words. “I slept in my car all night because,” he started to explain, his voice cracked as he stared at her, eyes stormy with the fear he might lose her, “even when I'm completely trashed, I never want to be with anyone but you.” Her expression didn’t change much, and he was afraid she wasn’t buying anything he was saying. “If you really think I would, then obviously I've failed you,” he murmured, his heart aching at the thought of losing her for good. “For that, I'm sorry,” he managed, his words completely wrecked by that point, and she still did not respond, so he took that as a failure on his part.

Accepting defeat, he turned and began making his way for his vehicle, tail between his legs. He knew he had to let her go, he knew he fucked everything up and there was nothing he could do to fix it.

“Killian…”

The sound of his name, however broken it came from her lips, made him pause.

“Did you really come here to date me again?”

The question was music to his ears, and he turned around to look at her. She wasn't smiling, but she didn't appear to be as upset as she was.

Emma was pursing her lips in thought, and he could tell the gears were grinding in that beautiful mind of hers. “Because if you really want to tell everyone about us, I will. I'll do it for you,” she claimed, and sucked in a breath, fear flickering in her eyes. “I just need to know you still want me.”

Killian was stunned. She went from hating his guts to questioning whether he still wanted her, which of course he did. He would never not want her.

With long strides and determined steps, he made his way over to her with an indecipherable expression on his face.

Emma waited for him, her hand lingering loosely on the door as her eyes chased his movements. Killian walked around her car and approached her, taking her hand off the door. His hand clasped possessively on her hip as he glued his gaze to hers. “Doe this mean you believe me?” he asked, words laced with hope.

He held his breath waiting for her to tell him no, to slap him or call him an asshole, but she just left him hanging with her silence for a few minutes. He was determined on winning her staring contest, even if he had to stand in front of her all day and night.

He felt her body melt in his at last, and raised his hand to her face wiping the remaining tears off of her cheek.

“Yes, of course I believe you.”

Killian let a long breath escape his lungs—a breath he hadn't even known he'd been holding, and he felt a thousand times lighter. “That's a relief, because I'm crazy in love with you, Emma Swan,” he declared, wrapping her in his arms and lifting her up. She gasped, but didn't reject him, her hands curling around the back of his neck as he rested his forehead against hers, the anxiety inside of him dwindling rapidly.

She looked at his lips, then up at his eyes, “You better be,” she murmured and dropped her eyes to his lips again.

“I'm a fool for letting you go in the first place,” he breathed softly, indulging in the feeling of having her in his arms again.

Finally, a smile came over her face, and before he knew what was happening, she leaned in and claimed his lips with hers, drawing him into a kiss that was soft and delicate. That electric, galvanizing feeling of her taste brought on a series of delicious shocks that attacked every cell in his body.

She didn't pull back or change her mind, which he was half expecting, so with relief flooding him completely, he tightened his arms around her and swiveled them around so her back was to the car before he slanted his mouth over hers, deepening the kiss. Twenty four hours hadn’t even passed since they'd been apart, but it had been some of the worst hours he’d ever experienced before. It was worse than Milah breaking up with him, it was worse than losing a limb and it was worse than not being able to tell everyone about their relationship.

Mouths parted, tongues sliding to taste one another with heated strokes full of fire and urgency. His heart was pounding and he was filled with joy; he didn't want to let his Swan go ever again.

“Ahem.” The clearing of David's throat pulled both Emma and Killian back to reality.

They reluctantly tore their lips apart and craned their necks to look at him while trying to find the air for their lungs again.

“I’m glad you two made up and all, but maybe you could... get a room?” David suggested as he and Mary Margaret stood on the lawn, each holding Leo's hand in between them as he was bundled up in a jacket.

“Mom, can Em Em and Killian come with us?”

“Sorry, honey, but I think we need to let them talk for awhile,” his mother answered with a small grin, and looked up at Emma and Killian. “We were just going to the park so you two could have the chance to work things out inside, but it appears you already have,” she snickered.

Killian and Emma blushed as they glanced at one another before returning their attention to the Nolans.

“There are still some things we need to talk about, but we’ll be okay,” Emma assured with a smile.

“Okay, well take your time. We’ll be back later,” Mary Margaret assured, and Emma and Killian waved at the Nolans before they left in David's truck.

Emma and Killian walked into the house and sat on the couch to talk. Her hands were pressed together between her knees as she looked down, explaining to him what she’d said to Liam and how she was only trying to protect their relationship.

“Emma, why do you think what we have would so easily be ripped away from us? Do you think I'd let you go that easily?” he asked, eyeing her in confusion as he lifted his hand and swept stray hairs from her face and behind her shoulder so he could see her better, but she avoided looking at him. Had he done something to make her feel this way? Even though they had made up, his stomach was still coiled in knots, and he was hoping they would be okay.

Emma shrugged. “I guess not, but I didn't want to take the chance. I like you too damn much, Killian Jones,” she laughed, her cheeks tinting with blush. She finally peered up at him, eyes fleeting to his as a small smile curved her lips. “I didn't want to lose you.”

She once again took his breath away. He smiled and took her chin in his hand, thumb gently caressing her smooth, delicate skin. “You're not gonna lose me, love,” he assured softly. “Even though I walked away from you last night, I immediately regretted it.”

“You did?” she asked, her voice cracked with relief and surprise.

“Aye. It may have taken a few glasses of rum for me to realize it, but I didn't want to be apart from you. And I would have never forgiven myself if I pressured you into telling people about us when you weren't ready to. I’m just sorry Milah showed up at my door, and I’m sorry for the chaos she caused while she was there.”

Emma looked down again, a frown taking over her features, but she didn’t face away from him. “Yeah, I really don't like her. And I didn’t like her wearing our shirt.”

“I'm glad you think of it as ours, too.” Killian smirked and gently lifted her chin so he could look her in the eyes. “But don't worry, laundry day is soon and we can wash it.”

A beautiful smile bloomed over her lips, and her eyes seemed to sparkle once again. “I do love laundry day.”

“Me too, Emma, me too,” he smirked, wagging his brows suggestively. “And after we wash the shirt, you'll have to christen it with your scent again by wearing only your knickers with it.”

Emma smirked mischievously, and he could almost see her mind flooding with devilish thoughts. “Or I could wear the shirt without knickers…”

Killian emitted a low growl with the image in his head and graphically pictured how she'd look with flushed cheeks, green eyes blown with lust and a parted mouth as he fingered her in his shirt or just lifted her up on the kitchen table and fucked her on top of it. “Sounds bloody fantastic,” he groaned, pressing a kiss to her lips. The images were arousing, but he tamed his desires to have her so they could continue on with the conversation. They still had some pertinent issues to discuss.

“So, can I ask... how did you know I was here?” she questioned, looking up at him with curious eyes.

Killian took her hand in his good one and caressed her knuckles with the pad of his thumb, peering down at his movements. “Well, after I kicked Milah out of my flat, I saw the pancakes you made me, in the trash and I found the note.” His eyes darted up, meeting hers again, the memories of earlier that day tugging the strings of his heart. “I put the pieces together and knew you must have been by this morning, so I called Milah and asked her about it. She told me what she said, so I went to your apartment. Sure enough, your key was on the counter and I figured you came here to stay for a while.”

Emma had a guilty look on her face, eyes full of regret. “I’m sorry, I shouldn't have taken off like that, but… I was upset and acted on instinct. Milah was trying to get under my skin, and she succeeded,” Emma admitted, shame laced in her words.

“I’m just glad I found you, love,” he said with a reassuring smile. “I talked to Liam to get this address.” He paused and sucked in a breath, debating whether he should mention the conversation he had with his brother or not. He should’ve been a bit upset about that. After all this time of Emma wanting to keep their relationship a secret, and after getting into a fight over it and breaking up, she ended up telling someone anyway. “He said he already knew about us?” he asked skittishly, hoping the question would not upset her.

Emma just sighed, looking at their joined hands. “Yeah, he found out a while ago and decided not to tell us.”

Killian’s eyes widened in bewilderment. “Liam already knew?”

Emma nodded. “He said he was waiting for us to be ready to tell him,” she lifted her eyes to look at him, adding, “and because he had fun messing with you.”

Killian was stunned and a bit pissed at Liam at the same time. “Is that so?” he asked, making a mental note to get his pain in the arse brother back for that at some point.

“Yep,” she answered matter of factly.

“That git,” he grumbled, but he wasn’t at all displeased with Emma, only at his brother who seemed to take pleasure in taunting him. “Of course he would do that. Be glad you don't have a brother, love.”

Emma smiled faintly and leaned her head on his shoulder.

He wrapped his arm around her back, dropping a kiss to the crown of her head and tightening his hand around her hip.

“I'm sorry for making you keep it a secret and for not allowing you to go to Liam and talk to him about us,” she apologized, placing her hand on his stomach and burying her face in his neck.

Killian expelled a long, trembling breath, released her hip after a gentle squeeze and began rubbing her back to sooth her worries. He didn’t care about that right now. He was just thrilled to have his Swan back. “No need to apologize, Emma, there's plenty of time for that.”

Emma nodded against him, turning her head from his neck so he could hear her speak. “Yeah, I know, but still… it was a disservice to you and your relationship with Liam… to all of our friends. From now on I want to tell everyone about us,” she confessed, slipping her hand under his shirt and soothing her fingers along his stomach.

Killian’s breath hitched at the gentle caresses of her soft fingertips and at the fact that she wanted to tell everyone about them. But he hoped she wasn’t just saying these things to appease him. “Are you sure, love?”

“Practically everyone already knows anyways, and besides I want to tell people. I don't want to hide anymore.” Emma lifted her head and removed her hand from under his shirt, gazing into his eyes, her soft emerald depths full of promise and love. “You were right, I wasn't giving you the whole thing, but I want that to change.” She curled her hands around the lapels of his shirt, speaking in a gentle, sincere voice. “I want you to have all of me, Killian.”

His heart fluttered, and after five months of only wanting that, he was so relieved and happy to finally hear those words. “Really, love?”

Emma nodded and smiled. “Really. And I want all of you.” She bit her lip in contemplation, and he once again saw the gears turning in her head. “In fact…” she paused, her eyes studying his face as she gathered the strength to find the words. “I want us to move in together… that is if you want to as well.”

Killian’s entire world changed in that very second, and his stomach was doing somersaults, a big, stupid grin overtaking his face. “Are you kidding? I want nothing more.”

Emma breathed in relief, excitement dancing in her eyes. “Really?!”

Killian chuckled, his hand caressing the apple of her cheek. “Really.”

She kissed him out of pure joy, laughing against his lips. “We’re moving in together!” she chanted vibrantly.

“Aye love,” he murmured, pressing his forehead against hers, still trying to process all of this while trying to keep himself in check. He didn’t want the extent of his excitement to scare her off, so he let it simmer inside of him.

“And I don’t care if we move into my place or yours. As long as we’re together.”

Killian was so glad to hear those wonderful words, and he was so glad she wanted this, because ever since Elsa had mentioned the idea, he’d wanted it more than he could have ever expressed in words. “We can move into your place on one condition…” he teased her.

“And what’s that?” she asked curiously, narrowing her eyes at him.

Killian delayed his answer a moment, doing his best to contain the excitement coiling the inside of his stomach. “We replace the coffee table.”

“Well, considering I haven’t been able to sit in front of it without the images of your brother’s ass in my head, you definitely have a deal,” Emma agreed, kissing him again on the lips. Killian closed his eyes briefly, savoring the taste of her mouth and the beautiful sound of her laugh which poured from it. “It appears we’ll have more things to christen,” she breathed after pulling away slightly, her cheeks pink and flustered, a wicked smirk crossing her lips.

Killian grinned, his heartbeat spiking, arousal stirring in his belly. “Mmmm, I like the way you think, love.” He held her tightly and left a trail of kisses along her jaw, enjoying the way her breath caught in her throat as his stubble dragged across her skin. He was already becoming hard thinking about christening the furniture in their apartment. “In fact, I wonder if all of the furniture here has been christened properly,” he said with a devilish grin of his own.

“Killian!” Emma shouted out in both surprise and amusement, swatting his stomach. He could tell she was struck with a thought just then, and she bit her bottom lip, a dirty smirk curving those beautiful lips of hers. “You know what hasn't been christened?”

Killian lifted a brow, a spark of intrigue lighting up inside of him. “What's that?”

“The bed in the guest room.”

Taking his cue from her, Killian scooped her in his arms, hauling her up from the couch in one swift move that made her giggle as the breath escaped her lungs.

He settled his hand under her ass and she wrapped her legs around his waist and curled her arms around his neck as he started to walk across the living room.

He took a gander around the house trying to guess where her bedroom would be.

“Upstairs,” she croaked, combing her fingers through his hair and tilting her head towards the direction of the staircase.

“I can walk, you know?” she laughed. “I’m probably too heavy to carry up the stairs anyways.”

A playful scuff breezed past his lips. “Please, love, you're as light as a feather,” he assured, his nose nuzzling her jaw as he placed warm kisses on her skin.

“You're obviously exaggerating,” she said, rolling her eyes.

Killian shrugged, gracing her with a teasing smirk and leaned in to kiss her collarbone. She threw her head back, offering her elegant neck to him, and he kissed the taut skin on her throat. “Maybe a little,” he murmured against her creamy, smooth skin. He pulled back, only to witness the scowl taking over her features. He chuckled and continued mouthing her neck, forcing those pursed lips to fall open in arousal. “I'm going to make love to you,” he whispered before drawing the delicious skin between his lips, the thought of leaving a love bite on her for all of their friends and his brother to see, driving him mad with lust.

“Killian…” The sound of his name pouring from her lips was drowned in a moan, and he knew she was already soaking wet.

He was dying to find out if his musings were correct or not.

He reached the staircase and started climbing it with movements which were nothing close to graceful. The arousal overtaking him made him delirious, and he stumbled, falling over, but his arms were still securing her in his hold as she sat against the steps. They kissed each other desperately, not patient or wise enough to wait until they got into bed. By that time, he was hard as a rock, his erection straining painfully against his jeans, the denim fabric too constricting and unyielding. He grabbed the railing with his good hand and leaned on his forearm as they started grinding each other, their feral desires possessing them. He swallowed the delicious moans she offered him as he dragged his clothed shaft over the front of her jeans, and he thought he might explode.

Finally they were able to come to their senses and ascend the entirety of the staircase, because they knew David, Mary Margaret and their son could waltz in at any moment, and they didn't want to scar the kid more than they already had.

“That one,” Emma managed in a broken whisper as he was about to pass her bedroom, and he carried her in, kicking the door shut behind him. By the time they fell into the bed, they were both about to erupt with anticipation alone.

Killian tore his lips from hers, his breathing erratic as he pulled up her top. She lifted herself from the mattress so he could remove the offending material and toss it caresslessy to the floor. Her gorgeous breasts were encased in a hot pink bra as he snaked one arm underneath her and easily unlatched it, slipping it from her gorgeous breasts which spilled freely as he flung the bra across the room and took a delicate nipple in his mouth.

A growl roared from the back of his throat as his tongue lapped at the pink pearl, and he felt it tense and harden between his lips. Emma moaned, her body squirming in pleasure, but she was determined to rid him of his clothes.

“Fuck, Killian,” she whimpered below him. Killian released her nipple so she could take his shirt off, discarding it on the floor and reaching for his belt before he could continue his previous ministrations.

He pulled down his jeans and boxer briefs, releasing a deep sigh of relief as his throbbing dick sprang free, and he chucked off his shoes, tossing them to the floor. Emma looked up at him, eyes glowing with excitement, her nipples stiff and inviting as his tongue darted out to lick his lips salaciously. He swiftly unbuttoned her pants and she raised her hips so he could remove them. The first thing he noticed when he revealed her panties was the lace of her thong. Wickedly, she smirked and finished pulling off her jeans shimmying them down her gorgeous legs. His eyes raked over her angelic form. “Gods, love… you're so fucking hot,” he uttered, desire dripping from his words.

“You want to kiss me then?" she beckoned him with the crook of her index finger, levering her hips up.

He growled and cursed, “Take those damn panties off.”

Emma was biting her smile as she wriggled her hips to slip the sexy thong off, and he’d been right—she was absolutely drenched—and the damp material was stuck to her labia, not wanting to part with her sweet heat. He swore viciously at the wanton little show she put on with her deliberate moves, and the way she murmured, “Oh darn, now my panties are all sticky!”

Once the thong was gone, Emma spread her legs wide in invitation, her arousal glistening between her decadent thighs.

“Bloody tease,” he groaned, lustful eyes roaming over her delicious looking folds.

“What?” she asked innocently, fluttering her lashes. “It's not my fault you made me soak my panties.”

He growled, and normally he’d dive in and lick up all her goodness, but he knew they didn't have long until the Nolans came home. So instead, he crawled into bed and slipped between her legs, laying atop her so her thighs were cradling his hips. He kissed her sweet mouth, feeling her wetness soak his aching cock. He responded instinctively, moving his hips and giving her little thrusts to feel more of her soft, cozy walls around his length as he whispered against her parted lips, “So wet for me,” his voice low and husky and riddled with desire. Her breath was hot and ragged against his mouth, a delicate hand slithering between their aching bodies as she reached for his rock hard dick, her fingers wrapping around his girth.

“Oh fuck,” he ground out and couldn't help thrusting shallowly into the sheath her hand provided, groaning as his precome lubricated her palm everytime her fingers slid over the swollen tip of his cock.

He touched his nose to hers before stealing a scorching kiss from her lips, emitting guttural groans into her mouth.

“Emma,” he pleaded. “If you keep that up, I’m gonna come in your hand,” he stuttered, feeling her fingers tighten around him as she stroked him more firmly. “Ohhh,” he groaned and somehow managed to sneak his hand between them and slip his finger into her incredible heat, looking forward to replacing his index with his thick cock as he fucked her. Letting go of him with a whine—she wanted the same and they both knew it—she raised her hand to her mouth, savoring the taste of his precome on her fingers as she sucked them clean, eyes locked with his. Killian groaned, watching his naughty little vixen enjoy his salty come on her tongue.

Reluctantly removing his fingers, he encased his length with his hand, pressing himself to her opening. He entered her, eliciting maons from both of them, lithely moving his hips as her wet heat swallowed him inch by inch until he was all the way in, wrenching a primitive growl from deep within him. His prosthetic automatically moved to her greedy hip, grasping onto her as they found a pleasing rhythm which had them both crying out in cadence.

She felt like heaven, as she always did, a slur of curses singing from her mouth as he moved inside her just the way he knew she liked.

Threading his fingers between hers, he pressed her hand into the mattress, never halting his movements or slowing down.

After the damage Milah had done, he was so happy to have his Swan back as he made love to her in the guest bed, whispering, “You're the only woman I ever want.”

Emma was panting sporadically, her emerald orbs searing into his blue ones, her slickened soft walls expanding around his dick, devouring him whole. Killian captured her lips as he rocked into his sweet angel, delving his tongue inside her mouth to taste her and swallow the delicious noises she offered.

He was under her spell, her beauty, the way her legs were completely snaked around his waist, the way she cursed his name, begging for more and the way she looked up at him, like he was the only man in the world she wanted to be with.

“I love you, Killian,” she breathed, a single tear escaping her glistened eyes.

“I love, too, Emma,” he whispered in her ear, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “Love you so much.” He picked up his pace, Emma's thigh muscles tightening around his hips to secure him in place as he surrendered to his goddess.

Her lips parted once more, eyes fluttering shut and head tilting back into the pillow. The sight of her enthralled him and brought him close to the deep abyss along with her.

“Come for me,” he coaxed sweetly with a few powerful thrusts.

“Oh God!” she whimpered grasping for him, fingernails digging into his back, almost breaking through his skin. She was shaking all over, sweat dotting her forehead, face and chest flushed as her wonderful, quivering walls clamped around him, sucking him deep every time he plunged into her. A few more rough thrusts at just the right angle pushed her over the edge, and she screamed through her orgasm, soft walls fluttering around his girth.

“Gods, Emma...“

The pleasure overwhelmed him, but he didn't stop ramming his cock inside of her, even when her swollen flesh contracted violently around him, milking him for all he had while her hot juices coated his dick like warm honey. He unloaded streams of hot come deep inside her with a rough, guttural groan, hips stuttering as he gently collapsed into her, their chests heaving rapidly as they both fell from their euphoric high.

Both sated and satisfied, the room around them was spinning as they used each other as an anchor, trying to clutch the hands of reality again. Killian was so entranced by the warmth that radiated around him, he didn't ever want to leave her embrace.

~*~

Emma was floating, a smile stretching across her lips as they bathed in the aftermath of glorious makeup sex. The bed was smaller than her own, but that only meant they had to snuggle closer, which neither of them minded. She couldn't get enough of him—his musky scent, the feel of his warm lips on her skin as he nestled his head into her chest, his arm draped around her stomach. She knew her friends would be home any moment, and at first her heart had flitted in panic, but then she realized they already knew about her and Killian.

And despite the fact they were both naked underneath the sheets, bodies and hair and limbs entangled together in a delicious heap, she didn't really care if someone walked in on them.

“Em Em!”

But she didn't expect it to actually happen.

Emma and Killian both gasped and hurried frantically to make sure they were both covered adequately as Leo burst through the door and scurried into the room. “Killy!” He climbed the bed in excitement as Emma sat up, securing the sheet over her body.

“Leo, what did I tell about running upst—” Mary Margaret's words trailed off when she saw the scene before her as she walked into the room. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry. Leo get off the bed,” she chided her son. “Emma and Killian are having some private time.”

“Killy, did you cheer Em Em up?” he asked curiously with a disappointed frown as he slid off the bed.

Killian nodded and sat up, a smile curving his lips. “I sure did, Leo.”

He pouted. “But I wanted to cheer her up too!”

“Leo, you can cheer her up later. Let’s give Killy and Em Em some privacy,” she demanded gently, taking her son’s hand.

“What’s all the commotion?”

David’s voice filled Emma with panic, and her eyes widened in horror when he stepped into the room. After one glance at Emma and Killian, he immediately turned his face away. “Dammit,” he cursed with a deep sigh. “I see you two made up,” he groaned.

“Yes, and Leo and I were just leaving so they can finish… making up. You did tell them to get a room, ” Mary Margaret reminded him wryly.

“Guys, I’m so sorry,” Emma moaned into the palm of her hands.

David took Leo’s hand and they left the room as the kid asked, “Why is Em Em and Killy nakey?” and Mary Margaret headed for the door behind them.

“Just get dressed soon. We’re making dinner,” she informed, and Emma lifted her face, seeing the hint of a smirk on her friend’s lips before the brunette closed the door.

Emma awkwardly looked at Killian, cheeks flushed in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry.”

To her surprise, Killian merely laughed and leaned in, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Don’t be. This is turning out to be the most interesting birthday I’ve ever had.”

Emma groaned as she buried her face into Killian’s warm chest, but it wasn't long before they both erupted into a fit of giggles.

They were never going to catch a break, were they?

They eventually managed to get dressed and went downstairs where Mary Margaret was cooking in the kitchen. Emma and Killian offered to help, but were both swatted from the room. So they sat on the couch next to Leo watching the rest of Zootopia. Mary Margaret poked her head into the room half an hour later asking for Emma’s help.

“Do you need an extra hand?" Killian asked, but the Nolan woman shook her head. “That's okay, we have to engage in some girl talk anyways,” she said with a beaming smile.

Killian chuckled as he kissed Emma on the lips. “Alright.”

She stood up and left the room as Killian turned his head towards the movie, with Leo next to him, his eyes glued to the television screen.

It wasn't long before the movie was over. Leo wandered from the living room and the house grew eerily quiet. Killian turned off the tv and listened for any sign of movement, but there was none. So he stood and walked across the room, making his way through a door. He still didn't know his way around the house, so he had no idea where was going.

The door lead to a spacious kitchen, but there was no one there and no sign of cooking, although the delicious smells of sausage and pasta sauce still lingered in the air.

“Emma,” he called out, swallowing thickly. “Leo?” There was no answer, so he made his way to the sliding doors which led to the backyard patio as he called for David and Mary Margaret. There was absolutely no response, so he started to panic a little when the patio was empty. Turning around and heading back inside, he went through another door and stepped into the adjacent room. It was dark, so he reached for the wall, feeling around for the light switch flipping on the light.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you…”

Killian was bewildered as he watched everyone who was gathered around the dining room table with a birthday cake in the middle, and a candle lit as they sang slowly, “Happy birthday to Killian, happy birthday to you!”

There weren't many people, only the Nolans, Liam, Elsa and Anna, Ruby, Regina, and of course his darling Swan. A smile bloomed over his lips as they blew party whistles and threw confetti at him.

Liam had a big grin on his face as he approached and drew his brother into a bear hug. “Happy birthday, little brother.”

“Younger brother,” Killian corrected as Liam patted his back.

“Aye, I’m aware, you know I'm teasing.”

“And I'm aware of how you like to mess with me,” Killian grumbled, rolling his eyes.

Liam laughed. “Come on. What are brothers for?”

They broke apart and everyone took their turn, hugging him before Emma drew him into her arms, whispering, “Happy birthday.”

“How did everyone know I'd be here?” he asked her, confused, as they pulled apart. “Liam didn't know how things turned out between us. For all he knew, you could have turned me away.”

“Mary Margaret called Liam and Elsa, because initially we were going to have the party at Elsa's and my apartment,” Emma explained as the others chatted amongst themselves. “After Mary Margaret saw that we made up, she had the idea of having the party here.”

Killian nodded in understanding.

“So, Emma, are you going to tell me what's going on?” Elsa asked, her arms crossed as she came up to her and Killian.

A guilt ridden expression fell over Emma's features. “Yeah, actually, there's something we have to tell everyone,” Emma announced, drawing everyone's attention. “Some of you already figured it out… most of you figured it out,” she corrected herself. She looked at Killian, smiling at him and took his hand into hers, threading their fingers together. “Killian and I have been seeing each other for the past five months,” she confessed to everyone.

Elsa looked around and could tell most of them were not surprised, especially her fiance. A distressed look fell over her features as she glanced at Emma. “Wait, am I the only one who didn’t know?” she asked, offended.

“I didn’t know,” Anna assured her sister.

“Neither did I,” Regina added.

Emma released Killian’s hand and took both of Elsa’s, speaking with apology. “Elsa, Killian and I didn't tell anyone, they figured it out on their own. I only found out last night that Liam knew.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me , your roommate and best friend?” Elsa asked, her eyes welling up with tears. “You just left your key on the kitchen counter and ran without even saying goodbye!” Her voice cracked with hurt. “You couldn’t have at least called me and told me what was going on?” Elsa was stricken with grief, the pain evident in her pale features. “I made you my maid of honor, and you couldn't even tell me you were seeing my soon-to-be brother in law?”

Before Emma could answer, Elsa spun around and made a dash out of the room.

~*~

Emma felt like an ass. Elsa was right; out of all of the people in the world, Elsa was one of the four she should've confided in. And the worst part of all was Emma felt like she didn’t really have a valid excuse. Yes, she wanted to protect her relationship with Killian, but Emma knew she could’ve trusted Elsa to keep a secret. Emma should have gone to her about everything, but she didn’t, and now she was reaping the consequences.

Emma stepped out onto the front porch and took a seat next to Elsa in the swing. “I’m sorry, Elsa. I wanted to tell you, but I found Milah in Killian’s apartment after he had broken up with me last night, so I left. I was upset and I… I actually destroyed my phone because I was so upset. I left in a hurry, but I fully intended on telling you everything, I promise.”

Elsa shook her head, looking down at her hands as she sniffled. “I’m not just talking about moving out without telling me. You always shut out the people closest to you, Emma, and you don't realize how it affects people.” Her words hit Emma like a ton of bricks. She was right, and Emma knew that, she just didn’t know how to change it.

“I know, you’re right, I have a tendency to do that, but it has nothing to do with you or our friendship, Elsa. You know you are one of my closest friends, and the last thing I wanted to do was hurt you, but I was afraid, and I was hurt. I wanted something like you and Liam have, and I was afraid by telling everyone, it would get ruined.” Emma shrugged. “What else can I say? I have issues, I…”

That elicited a strangled laugh from Elsa’s lips. “At least we can agree about that,” she teased, finally looking up at Emma and taking one of her hands. “I just want you to be able to talk to me. Before you bring up those walls of yours, just… just let me in first, okay?” she asked, another tear sliding down her cheek. “You can let others in too, but please… just please don't leave me out.”

Emma nodded, offering her friend a smile. “I promise, from now on, I will always let you in.”

A smile crawled across Elsa’s lips, eyes lighting up with warmth, and Emma was able to take a breath of relief. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you, Elsa,” Emma replied. “Thank you for always being a good friend.” Emma thought she was going to cry again, but this time it would be out of joy. “I love you, Elsa.”

“Love you too, Em.”

They shared a laugh and hugged each other. Emma was glad she was able to secure another relationship in her life that day. If there was anything she learned from this whole ordeal, it was that shutting people out jeopardized her friendships, and she risked losing the people closest to her. And she didn’t want to feel like that ever again.

“So, does this mean you’re not moving out?” Elsa asked, a hopeful glint in her eyes as they broke apart.

Emma shook her head. “No, I’m not.” A big smile bloomed over her lips. “In fact, I think you should be the first to know…” she paused, leaving Elsa in suspense.

“Know what?” Elsa asked, eyes dancing with curiosity.

“After you and Liam find a place to live... Killian and I are moving in together.”

Elsa’s eyes widened in shock. “You are?!”

Emma nodded in confirmation. “We are.”

Elsa clapped, practically bouncing up and down in excitement. “Oh, Emma, that’s wonderful news!”

~*~

Killian and Liam were a bit nervous as they waited in the dining room, hoping Emma and Elsa were able to straighten things out. Killian had his own bone to pick with Liam, but he decided they’d all had enough drama for the day, and besides, he and Emma were back together and he was with all of the people who he had gotten to know and had become friends with over the months, and he no longer had to hide his feelings for Emma. So overall it was a pretty fantastic day.

Elsa and Emma finally joined them and they were both smiling, so Killian was able to sigh in relief.

“Everything alright?” he inquired when the two blondes reached him and Liam.

They both exchanged warm glances. “Yeah, we’re good.”

“That’s a relief,” Liam said, planting a kiss to Elsa’s temple.

Emma looked at Killian, her smile never fading as she stepped closer to him. “Killian, what do you say we tell everyone the other news?” she whispered so no one else could hear.

His lips quirked into a grin. “I would love that.”

With that agreed on, they looked to everyone who was drinking punch and chatting.

“Everyone, there’s some more news Killian and I would like to share,” Emma announced to the room, gathering everyone’s attention. Emma waisted not a moment to tell them. “Killian and I are moving in together.”

“Oh, that's wonderful,” Mary Margaret chanted in excitement. “Isn't that wonderful, David?”

“After what happened earlier, it’s a good thing you’ll both have your own place,” David sighed.

Emma and Killian exchanged blushing looks.

“What happened earlier?” Elsa asked curiously.

“I'll tell you later,” Emma reassured her, cheeks flooding with blush.

Everyone was thrilled and happy for Emma and Killian, and they sat around the dining room table eating lasagna as Killian and Emma shared everything that went on the night before, how he and Emma broke up and how Milah showed up and the things she’d said to Emma, trying to keep the conversation on the g rated side for Leo’s ears. He was just excited to eat lasagna with the promise of cake later as he sat on his auntie's lap. They were all able to have some good laughs after everything had been said and done, and no one was the least bit surprised that Emma and Killian were more than friends.

The moonlight filtered through the windows after the darkness had overwhelmed the outside. The Nolans invited the gang to stay a while for a bonfire after they tucked in Leo. They all moved outside, bundled up in blankets in front of a fire, but with nine of them, there weren't enough outdoor chairs which was perfectly fine, because Emma took the opportunity to sit in Killian’s lap, and she did it happily, without worrying what everyone would think or how they would react. She sat in her boyfriend’s lap, and leaned back against his chest to snuggle with him without a care in the world, and looking forward to what the future held for them.

Killian wrapped his arms around his Swan and held her contentedly as they indulged in each other’s warmth. He kissed her temple, whispering sweetly in her ear, “I can’t wait to be your roommate.”

Emma trembled and smiled as his words vibrated in her ear, excitement shooting through her. “Me neither.” She loved her friend, Elsa, dearly but boy, she couldn’t wait until she and her boyfriend had a place to themselves where they wouldn’t have to worry about people walking in on them. “And no one gets a key to our place, do you agree?” she asked, turning her head to catch his reaction.

Killian grinned against her cheek like a cheshire cat. “I couldn’t agree more.”
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