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A Helping Hand	By : Hookedonapirate Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 8245 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Killian was walking briskly down the street for what seemed like forever, trying to remember something — anything at all — about last night. He still had so many questions, but he was too humiliated to be in Emma's presence, let alone ask her more questions that would possibly reveal more of his inappropriate behavior.
When he had woken that morning, things certainly hadn’t turned out how he had expected. He would have preferred a one-night stand with the gorgeous blonde as opposed to jerking off in her tub naked. And he lived across the hall from her. How was he ever going to be able to look at her ever again?
Knowing that he was engaging in something so private and compromising in front of this amazing woman wasn't exactly an ego boost. It was one of a man's greatest fears — getting caught masturbating. Needless to say, he felt like a pervert.
Oh gods, and she was best buddies with Liam.
She was going to tell him and Liam was undoubtedly going to kick his arse out and send him back to England. Maybe Killian was better off going back anyways. Maybe this was a sign that he should have never left to begin with.
Killian was pondering the question of whether he should go to the bar or not, to try and forget the whole incident with some good ole rum, but who knew what kind of shenanigans he would get himself into this time around.
Maybe just one drink wouldn't hurt.
He walked into the bar and took a seat in a lonely stool, leaning his elbows on the counter with his face in his hands. Gods, he felt so hopeless and miserable.
The bar was really the last place he should be right now. He told Liam he was going to turn his life around and so far, he had failed in so many ways. Now he was just asking for more trouble. The thought of alcohol didn't even sound at all appealing to him. Only the possibility of forgetting everything.
It's all he knew. Whenever he had gotten into arguments with Milah about her husband, he had turned to rum for comfort. The thought of her being with another man had crippled him. So he used alcohol as an outlet. He knew it was unhealthy but it was the only thing that got him through. He didn't have his older brother to turn to, nor an attractive neighbor to confide in like Liam did.
Killian's gut twisted at the thought of Liam going to Emma instead of him, his own brother. Even though he hasn't been close to Liam in a while, he still knew his brother rather well. Liam was normally shy around women he was crushing on, and Killian imagined that when he took a liking to Elsa, he went to Emma for advice.
It was Killian's own fault though. If only he had listened to Liam in the first place, none of this would have happened. He would’ve still been without Milah, but at least he wouldn't be unhappy, and at least he'd have his brother.
“Can I get you something?” the male bartender asked, pulling Killian from his thoughts.
Killian dropped his hands to surface of the bar counter and shook his head. “No thanks, I've changed my mind.” He was not going down that path again. He started to remove himself from the stool when he saw someone take the one next to him out of the corner of his eye.
“Do you always start drinking at noon? No wonder you can't remember anything about last night.”
Killian paused, swallowing the large lump in his throat. Her voice was light and playful and almost gave him the courage to look at her, but instead he slumped his head cowardly.
“Listen man, if you're not going to drink anything, I'm going to have to ask you to leave,” the bartender told him sternly.
Killian nodded and stood up, heading for the door, never once glancing at Emma. He walked outside, and knew instantly that he had made the right decision about not drinking.
“Killian, wait!”
He could hear Emma's footsteps approach him as he kept a steady pace.
“Please. Can we just forget this whole thing? It's silly. We all do stupid shit when we’re drunk,” she called to him, hot on his heals. “I mean I've never been caught masturbating before but I've danced provocatively on a table at a frat party and made out with a guy that I hated.”
Killian scoffed and stopped walking before turning around to face her and she nearly ran into him. “You think that compares?”
“Well, no but, I wasn't proud and I hated myself for it —”
“You couldn't possibly understand,” he bit out more harshly than he had intended. “If some guy caught you in the same compromising position they'd probably just get turned on and offer you a hand,” Killian said resentfully before spinning around, continuing his previous pace but then he felt a firm tug on his arm, causing him to stop and turn around again. He lifted his eyes to hers and saw the anger flashing behind her emerald depths.
“Yeah well technically, I did give you a hand. You were so drunk you couldn't even get out of the tub without my help. I had to drag your ass out so you didn't puke all over yourself! Then you got vomit in my hair before you even made it to the toilet!”
Well at least that answered the question of what he did to her with his mouth.
Emma's voice got louder, filled with rage as she continued. “After I rubbed your back while you upchucked everything in your stomach I wiped the vomit off of your face before I helped you to my bed and brought you a bucket and water! I freaking tucked you into my own bed! Not to mention I washed your clothes and made you blueberry pancakes! So if you want to go off and sulk about how you did something embarrassing that you can't even remember then go ahead! I'm so sick of men being unappreciative and making everything about them! So excuse me if I find it difficult to pity you while I go back to my apartment and wash my sheets and blankets to get out the smell of vomit and penis! I don't even know how you and Liam are even related, you're nothing alike. No wonder he didn't want to talk about you.” Her words felt like a knife to the gut as she started to turn around but stopped to look at him with steely eyes. “And just so you know, I would be just as mortified if the same thing happen to me.” With that said, Emma turned around and walked away with determined steps, heading towards the apartment building.
“Fuck…” Killian turned around with the urge to punch a hole in the brick wall of the building he was in front off. He ran his hand through his hair, starting to walk away as he cursed himself. He was a fucking idiot. And an ungrateful bastard.
Emma was right to be angry with him and say what she said, but it didn't make it any easier to digest. She went out of her way to help him — a complete stranger who broke into her apartment nevertheless — and how did he repay her? By only caring about his pride.
He wanted to go after her, but he was in no condition to make sincere apologies. He felt even more ashamed and embarrassed that he acted the way he did. He knew that he was no Neal, but he also knew Emma didn't need another selfish dick in her life.
Killian kept walking, trying to clear his head and deter the temptation to go back to the bar. Plus, he wanted to give Emma some space. He thought that any attempted apologies at this point would be too ungenuine and pointless. And her words were too painful. He wanted to be able to show her his appreciation more adequately when he didn't still feel like shit from the night before and from everything that transpired between them.
~*~
Emma was furious. She couldn't even do laundry, she was so angry. She went to the bar to make him feel better and what did she receive in return? Another brush-off. No ‘thank you’, no apologies, just another asshole feeling sorry for himself! She didn't need anymore of those types of men. She's had her fill.
Emma couldn't sit still and couldn't stop pacing. She needed a way to vent her anger. She needed to blow off some steam.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her phone chirping on the coffee table. Picking it up, she saw that it was Elsa. She sighed in relief, letting out some of the frustration she felt before answering it.
“Hey,” she muttered, trying to mask her anger.
“Emma, what's wrong?”
She sighed. She knew that Elsa would be able to tell that something was wrong. “It's a long story. I'm sure Liam's told you part of it?”
Elsa laughed. “You mean about how you found his brother in our tub masturbating? Yeah he told me. Sorry, I just couldn't help myself,” she stopped laughing, becoming more serious. “So what's bothering you? Still feel bad about not telling him?”
Emma bit her lip. “Not exactly.”
“Then what is it?” Emma could hear the concern in her friend’s voice.
“Well, I know you and Liam tell each other everything, but can I tell you something that he cannot know about?”
“Yeah, of course. What is it?”
“I'm serious, you can't tell him. He’ll kill me if he found out about this.”
“I promise I won't,” Elsa said sincerely.
Emma let out a deep breath. “Well, I kind of told Killian.”
“Oh,” her friend replied softly. “How did he take it?”
“Not so well. He left the apartment and went to the bar. Liam asked me to keep an eye on him so I followed after him and I ended up yelling at him because he walked away again.” Emma told her the specifics of the conversation as Elsa listened quietly. “Now I’m so angry I don't know what to do!”
“Look Emma, take a deep breath. He was just humiliated. Not that it's an excuse for treating you like that. The whole situation is just awkward. You both just need some space. Maybe you could go to the gym to blow off some steam?”
Emma nodded, shutting her eyes briefly. “Yeah, that doesn't sound like a bad idea actually. But what about Killian? I'm supposed to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid.”
“You are not his babysitter. He's Liam's brother. He can call him and talk some sense into him. And if Killian tells him what happened, I'm sure Liam will forgive you. You didn't do anything wrong here, and you took care of his brother. So don't feel bad, Emma.”
“Yeah, I know you're right. But I'm still upset. I think I will take your advice and get on the treadmill.”
“Okay, I'll talk to you later, Em. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
Emma hung up and went to her bedroom to change into her gym clothes before leaving to use the gym in the apartment building to calm herself down. She ran on the treadmill at a fast pace while listening to the music on her iPhone, and it was quite therapeutic.
Afterwards, she got a call from Mary Margaret and David asking her if she wanted to go the zoo with them tomorrow. They were taking their son, Leopold, with them and Emma was more than happy to spend time with the people who were family to her, instead of looking after some misfit brother. Elsa and Liam wouldn't be home until late the next day anyways.
Emma didn't mention Killian or anything about her run-in with him, she figured she had plenty of time tomorrow to do so. They made plans for the zoo and hung up before she took yet another shower, trying to not think about her neighbor who had been masturbating in it not even twenty-four hours ago. She was more calm than earlier but she was still angry with him. He still had not been by with an apology or a ‘thank you’.
That night she ordered a pizza and watched television, falling asleep on the couch. She didn't get to the laundry and decided to wash her blankets in the morning before she went to the zoo.
~*~
The next morning, Killian climbed up the stairs, a bit more cheerful than he had been yesterday. Last night he had stopped by Emma's to apologize, but when he approached her door he could hear the blonde snoring in her apartment and he didn't want to wake her. He had smiled to himself at how adorable she sounded as he went back to his brother’s flat and got some sleep himself. He'd received a couple of calls from Liam but he chose not to answer them. He was sure that Liam heard from Emma what was going on and called to yell at him, which Killian really didn't want to hear right now.
Killian was bearing some to-go breakfast from the nearby diner as he knocked on Emma's door.
“Emma? You home?”
When she didn't answer, he turned the doorknob, finding out it was unlocked.
“Emma?”
He poked his head in, not wanting to startle her if she were inside. He swallowed thickly when he saw the empty apartment.
Cautiously walking inside, he headed towards her bedroom. He certainly didn't want to cause another awkward moment between them, so he knocked on her bedroom door instead of just barging in.
There was still no answer, so he cracked open the door slightly before slowly pushing it open. Her bed was stripped of any sheets or blankets so he breathed a sigh of relief.
She was probably in the laundry room.
He checked the other rooms first before he went to the kitchen to set the bag of food on the counter. Instead of giving her another surprise of finding him uninvited in her apartment, he left to seek her out. Taking the stairs, he went to the main floor and unlocked the laundry room with the key that Liam had left for him in the apartment.
Killian opened the door, swallowing thickly as he saw her bending over, emptying the blankets from the dryer. She was wearing a pair of denim shorts, exposing her toned thighs underneath and her hair was in a long braid that dangled over her shoulder. There was something familiar about her backside as she continued her task, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He quickly shook the thought from his mind.
“Let me help you, lass.” He stepped up to Emma and caught her off guard when he started emptying the sheets into her basket.
“I can do it myself,” she mumbled as she straightened her back, but he didn't stop until the machine was empty.
“It's the least I could do since I'm the reason you have to wash them.”
“Yeah well, you're kind of late. This is the last of it.” Emma eyed the other basket that held her comforter.
“Well, at least let me help you carry the baskets upstairs.”
“I don't need your help,” she muttered and grabbed a basket before setting it on top of the other. He snatched her box of dryer sheets before she could get them and he held it out of her reach as she tried to grab it. “Please just leave me alone. Don't you have anything better to do?” Emma put her hands on her hips, flashing him a scowl.
“You mean other than embarrassing myself in front of pretty lasses like yourself?” he joked, seeing the slightest hint of a smile tugging at her lips as blush crept into her cheeks. “Not really. I just wanted to apologize for my behavior yesterday… and the night before,” he said, his words soft and sincere. “I wanted to thank you for taking care of me. I let my ego get in the way and treated you poorly and I'm truly sorry.” Her features softened more as he scratched behind his ear. “You don't have to forgive me, but I just wanted you to know that I appreciate everything you've done for me. I brought you breakfast as a thank you and an apology and left it on your kitchen counter.”
She arched a brow in confusion. Killian shrugged and gave her a small smile. “You really should lock your door when you're doing laundry,” he chuckled, handing her the dryer sheets. “You never know who might walk in uninvited.”
She flashed him a sarcastic smirk. “Yeah, you got that right.”
“Are you sure you don't my help, love?”
“Yeah, I'm sure.”
“Alright then. I'll see you around.” Killian turned and started to leave.
“I'm sorry for what I said about you and Liam. I had no right to say that. I don't even know you very well.”
He turned around and saw the sincerity in her eyes. “It's okay. I deserved it.”
“Still, it was a shitty thing to say.” Emma walked over and stood in front of him. The close proximity made it difficult for him to breathe. This woman had seen him naked, which normally was not a bad thing, but he suddenly felt insecure knowing that she'd seen him in such a vulnerable position. This beautiful, perfect woman who smelled like strawberries and had sunshine hair had seen him at one of his worst moments. And still, she looked at him with soft emerald eyes that were full of apology, her lips parted in a heartwarming smile that made her even more breathtaking than she already was.
“No worries, love. You were upset because of me. And you were right. Liam and I are nothing alike. He’ll always be the better brother.”
“Oh come on, where's the confidence you had the other night? You told me that you were the better and more handsome Jones brother.”
He lifted a brow, intrigued. “I said that?”
She nodded. “You did.”
Killian stepped closer in her space, noticing her breath hitch at the movement. “And do you agree?”
Her gaze fell to his lips and then back to his eyes. “That's not really a fair question. Liam and I are good friends and I barely know you.”
He shrugged, eyeing her doubtfully. “I'd say we've been pretty well acquainted in the last couple of days, what do you think?”
He could see the blush spreading to her cheeks again, and decided that Emma Swan blushing was the most adorable thing he'd ever witnessed. She backed away a bit, trying to compose herself. “I think we should just call each other even. How about that?”
“I think you're still way ahead of me, but as long as you say so then I agree.”
“Like I said before, you just got dumped and you were drunk. We all do stupid things over heartache and loss.”
Killian's gaze fell to the floor in shame. “Aye, it's true but it doesn't make it any better.”
“Well, I have an idea.” Emma put her hand on his arm, causing him to look up at her again. “I know that it's way too soon right now, but if you ever need to talk or want to talk about your breakup or anything else, I'm here,” she murmured softly, and the words went directly to his heart.
Gods, could this woman be any more incredible? Whenever he tried to talk to Milah about things that bothered him, she always made him feel like he was a burden to her.
Killian graced her with a small smile. “Thanks, love, that means alot to me. Does this mean you and I are friends now?”
She nodded, her smile growing more broadly. “If you want us to be.”
Killian stuck out his good hand for her to shake. “Then it's settled. Friends.”
Emma started to accept his hand as her eyes lingered there, but then she blushed and laughed, pulling her hand away. “How about a hug instead?”
He blushed back at her, realizing why she was hesitant to shake his hand. “Aye, fair enough,” he chuckled and offered both of his arms to her. She leaned in closer and got on her tiptoes, curling her arms around the back of his neck as he wrapped his arms around her back, pressing her body to his. At first he thought it was going to be short and quick… but she didn't pull away. Instead she brushed her cheek against his scruff, holding him closely. He took the opportunity to breathe her in, indulging in her warmth against his chest as he felt the weight of his emotions being lifted from his shoulders, however so briefly.
“And just so you know, you have nothing to be ashamed of,” she whispered in his ear.
“How so, love?” he chuckled in disagreement as she finally broke the hug. He felt a shiver from the loss and the look she flashed him took his breath away.
“Trust me. You have a nice-looking penis.”
His face became hot with red as he managed a sheepish smile. “Maybe so, but it doesn't make it any less humiliating knowing I touched myself in front of a gorgeous woman while I was trashed.”
She shrugged. “Would it make you feel better if I stripped naked and started fingering myself in front of you? That would make us even right?”
Holy fuck.
Killian's jaw dropped to the floor at the image she formed in his head. “Uhhh…” He couldn't see his own reaction but he knew the tip of his ears were the same color as his face. What made things even worse was the way she looked at him. The mischievous and flirty grin, as though she weren't the least bit opposed to what she suggested. “Actually, yes that would make me feel much better,” he uttered playfully as he wiggled his eyebrows and flashed her a charming grin.
She shook her head, still smirking widely. “On second thought, you couldn't handle it.”
Killian almost groaned, his arousal stirring inside of him. Their playful banter was bringing his cock to life. He stepped into her space, running his tongue along his lips before speaking in low, husky tone. “We both know I can handle it quite well.” He felt her breath stagger, her eyes darting to his lips. The air became thick and heavy as he mirrored her movements, staring at her mouth as well, wondering what they tasted like. Wondering if they were just as soft and luscious as they looked.
Before his brain could even comprehend what was happening, Emma grabbed the collar of his shirt, roughly smashing her lips into his. The collision happened so quickly, at first he was sure that he imagined it, but the pull of his shirt told him otherwise. An involuntary groan escaped his mouth faster than he could control it from happening as his eyes fell shut. He exhaled shakily, his good hand gravitating to her jawline, his thumb grazing along her cheek as his plastic hand went to her back, pressing her closer to him.
He knew that it was too soon for him to be romantically involved with anyone, his heart was too shattered, but the way Emma looked at him and touched him, it seemed to numb any rational thoughts, causing him to forget his scarred heart and battle wounds, if only briefly. Now, the only thoughts invading his mind were this blonde, how quickly his heart sped in his rib cage and the way she made his breath stutter.
Her fingers wound themselves in his hair and the small tug she gave him as their mouths parted together, was intoxicating. Her lips were the softest kind of smooth, pressed firmly into his as he swept his tongue over hers, his head tilting to deepen the kiss.
He walked her backwards until her back hit the dryer and he had her trapped in his embrace. A soft moan escaped her throat, sending tingles of pleasure throughout his body. It was exhilarating, and gods he wanted more. The insistency of her tongue and the way she pulled him in closer seemed to inspire a boldness that he hadn't felt in quite a while, except when he was drunk, apparently.
His eager tongue delved in deep, exploring her mouth, their breaths heavy as their fingers itched to bring each other closer. Killian’s hand moved to her waist and his prosthetic one went underneath her butt, allowing him to easily lift her up and on the surface of the dryer. Her thighs instantly spreading apart to allow him to press himself to her center, eliciting a whimper from both mouths as the hard bulge in his pants met the seam of her denim. He pressed her hips into him, giving her a small thrust, their moans and heavy breathing drowning out the noises of the other machines.
His good hand travelled to her hair, supporting the back of her head as he drew in her lower lip with his teeth, giving her a gentle pull. She let out a small gasp and he couldn't resist the urge to smirk against her lips.
His entire body craved more as she broke the kiss, panting sharply for air. He pulled away slightly and opened his eyes, taking in the wonderful vision before him. Emma's eyes were unfocused and glazed over in lust and desire, her cheeks and neck flushed with pink and her lips red and swollen.
“I know you're hurting but I feel obligated as your friend to make you feel better,” she breathed, licking her lips. “And I'm not looking for any commitment either. What would you say to a one-time thing?” she asked hopefully. How could he possibly say no to an offer like that? The heated lust coursing through his body evaded any reasonable thoughts he could've formed.
He braced himself against her body, trying to find air in his lungs again so he could answer her request, his words completely shattered. “Gods yes… I want you if you couldn't already tell…” he teased with a small chuckle.
Emma smashed her mouth into his and he returned it with the same eagerness, kissing her senseless as her fingers untangled themselves from his hair. She reached for his pants, hastily unbuckling his belt and undoing his button and zipper in a whirl of desperate movements and urgency. Her breathing was ragged and her lips curled into a smirk against his mouth, letting out a strangled giggle. “I can… but I think I'll need some further evidence…” Her left hand tugged at the elastic of his boxers as her right one dove within the encased confinement, her fingers wrapping around his unbearably hard cock.
A strangled groan left his lips, feeling her pleasantly cool fingers against the sensitive skin as her other hand went to his hip, keeping him steady.
From that point forward, he was a complete goner. He instantly submitted himself to her, melting into her touch, whispered curses falling from his lips.
“Fuck…” she moaned breathily, her hand slowly stroking him, gently cupping his balls before continuing upward as she captured his mouth again, swallowing the rough growl that tore from his throat. She pulled her lips away again and his knees would've buckled underneath him if not for the firm grip she had on him. “You feel even better than you look…” Her words stumbled out as Emma’s hot breath hovered over his lips, but they didn't have any less of an effect on him. If it were possible, his throbbing dick became harder in her grasp. Hearing this innocent blonde cursing was his undoing, that and the fact that her hand was moving up and down his length as she bit gently on his bottom lip before pulling away ever so slightly. He grabbed the back of her shirt, drawing the tip of her braid in his fingers as his forehead burrowed itself in the crook of her neck, peppering kisses along the exposed collarbone above her white, buttoned-up blouse.
“Little minx…” He started thrusting into her palm, seeking more friction as he summoned some energy and grabbed her hips sharply in his hands. He lifted his head and crashed his lips into hers, getting caught up in another fiery kiss. He could feel warmth spread through his body, his peak nearing its inevitable edge as her determined hand started stroking him more fiercely.
“Oh fuck, Emma. I'm going to come if you keep that up,” he groaned against her mouth.
“Gladly…” She grinned deviously as his hips worked more rapidly into her touch, chasing release as she tightened her grip. He grabbed onto her shoulders, preparing for the mind boggling orgasm he was about to receive, when they heard the jangling of keys on the other side of the door. His heart dropped in his chest and if Emma hadn't removed her fingers right then he would've surely came in her hand.
They scrambled to buckle his belt and zip up his pants, straightening their clothing before Killian slightly lifted Emma by her waist and set her down from the dryer, allowing her feet to find balance on the floor. She quickly moved to grab the basket as the door opened. She handed it to him so he could cover his apparent erection.
An older woman entered the room and set her basket on top of the washer before giving them both a once-over. Killian and Emma both blushed as she flashed them a knowing smirk before they hurried out of the room, practically racing for the stairs.
They avoided the elevator — he knew they would end up fucking each other against the wall, giving the neighbors an eyeful, so they opted for the stairs.
He hadn't moved so quickly in a long time, but it was still the longest and most painful three flights of stairs he had ever taken. At the same time, Killian was smirking in anticipation, knowing that for once he would actually be welcomed into Emma's apartment with open arms.
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