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A Helping Hand	By : Hookedonapirate Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 8245 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Emma didn't really know what the hell she was doing. She had gone from being upset and trying to suppress her thoughts about her new neighbor, to forgiving him and offering him friendship. The next minute she had her tongue down his throat and her hand around his cock. And now she was about to have him in her bed.
She could tell that he had still felt awkward about the other night. She still had, too. When she had hugged him, she couldn't stop the memories from flooding her mind. The images of his muscular and toned naked body as he took his long, throbbing length in his own hand. The image of him in only a towel as it hung low at his hips, the hard abs that her fingertips had actually touched. She had known exactly what was underneath the towel and yet she was hoping it would have fallen at his feet.
With those memories fresh in her mind, the feeling of his warmth against her had sent shockwaves of lust through her entire body. It ignited her in a way she didn't expect. So she decided to uncoil the awkwardness and tightly drawn tension that was still dawdling between them. She thought that if she offered him a similar type of view that he had given her, then maybe she would no longer feel the ache in the pit of her stomach every time she saw him. Even with him living across the hall now, she knew that nothing could come from this, which made it so much more appealing. His heart had just been shattered into a million pieces, and he said himself, he wasn't looking for anything serious. And neither was she.
Yes, having a good, satisfying fuck with the gorgeous Jones brother was for the best, she deemed.
It's not like things could get any more awkward between them anyway. Lines have already been breached and things have already been seen that could never again be unseen.
“Oh God...” Emma's eyes slipped shut, a string of soft, unintelligible curses accompanying her moans when they had finally made it into the apartment and his mouth was on hers as soon as they had rid themselves of the laundry baskets, carelessly tossing them to the floor. She dragged her lips away and pulled Killian closer, dipping her head back so he could kiss her neck. A small gasp escaped when her head hit the solid structure behind her, feeling the assault of Killian's mouth on her skin the moment he pressed her into the door.
She was worried that the interruption in the laundry room had put a damper on the mood, but when the hunger in his eyes never subsided and her core was still throbbing, she knew that they wouldn't be satisfied until they finished what they had started.
Emma’s nipples became erect underneath the fabric of her bra, her skin was heated; every little nip and every prickle from his scruff eliciting spine-tingling sparks that drove her mad as she licked her lips, just breathing him in. He smelled like cologne and leather, and tasted of coffee and cinnamon pastries; two of her favorite combinations. Everything about him was intoxicating. And his hand seemed to know just how to appreciate every part of her body within reach, stroking her curves underneath her shirt and roaming over her bra, fondling her breasts.
He growled against her skin, aggressively dragging the offending material away and skimming his thumb over her nipple. Emma quivered, a hitch-pitched moan tearing from her throat as he lifted his head and crushed his lips into hers, swallowing the sound. She grabbed his cheeks in her hands, feeling his jawline moving underneath her fingertips as they devoured one another without holding back. There were alarms going off in her head, but she chose to ignore them. He was Liam's brother and emotionally unavailable, but she was already too far gone to care.
Emma had never experienced a kiss quite like this before. If the man was this good with his tongue, she wondered what other things he could do to her. Killian suddenly hauled her up, fingertips gripping her thighs and skimming underneath her shorts. Emma’s body was deliciously bound into the door as she wrapped her legs around his hips.
Her hands went to the top of his head, fingers tugging on his hair to bring him closer, her tongue hungrily sliding along his as he gave her a few rough thrusts against the door.
Ugh, the erection he sported was hard against her center, making her incredibly impatient.
A whimper escaped into his mouth, her core was aching and her panties were soaked. Emma couldn't wait to have this man between her legs burying himself inside and hitting the spot she needed him the most. She knew he felt the same by the way his tongue moved against hers, with urgency and desperation. The anticipation between the two of them was about to burst as he continuously rutted his hips into hers, the door behind her creaking with every thrust.
She tore her mouth away, gasping for air as she spoke heavily in his ear, her voice completely shattered. “Killian… Oh fuck me Killian… please,” she pleaded.
“Bloody hell, woman...” He groaned and gave her two final lunges with his groin. “Gods, I’m going to fuck you hard… little minx…”
“Please,” she shrieked out.
With a rough growl, he crashed his lips into hers, kissing her deeply as he scooped her up in his arms, holding her against his body. He pulled her from the door and turned around to head towards the bedroom.
“Em Em?”
Emma’s body froze and at first she thought she had imagined the call of her name, but then she broke the kiss and saw the expression on Killian's face as he looked over her shoulder. She immediately followed suit and turned her head around, seeing that she had definitely not imagined the sound.
“Fuck,” she breathed out in a whisper as he smoothy put her breast back into place and pressed her shirt down, replacig the buttons that popped out during their haste.
Flashing an apologetic smile, she leapt from Killian's arms and turned around to face Mary Margaret and her husband, David, who was now holding his four year old son in his arms and shielding the kid’s eyes. Both of them looked at her in shock, their eyes darting between Emma and Killian as he hid behind her while his erection was still prominent and pressed against her butt.
“Guys, you're early,” Emma said breathlessly, still holding an awkward smile as she swiped some loose strands of hair from her face and tucked them behind her ear. “I didn't think you'd be here for another hour.
Mary Margaret tore her eyes from Killian and blinked a few times as though she were trying to process what she had seen. “Yeah, we just left early because Leopold was starting to get antsy. He was excited to see his Auntie Em Em. We tried to call but you didn't answer, so we just decided to drop by and when we found your door unlocked, we came in and got worried when you weren't here, but your phone was,” the brunette explained, holding up the phone in her hand and giving it to Emma. “We found it on the night stand just before we heard you enter the apartment.”
“Thanks,” Emma said sheepishly, slipping the phone in her pocket. She looked to Killian, knowing both of their faces were red and holding bashful smiles. She really did need to start locking her door when she left for the laundry room. “We were just doing laundry,” she managed, trying to diffuse the situation.
“Maybe we should come back after you've done… laundry?” David suggested as his son started squirming in his arms, trying to break free.
“That's okay, I've lost my desire to do laundry,” Killian said, a bit of irritation in his tone.
“Emma, aren't you going to introduce us to your friend?” Mary Margaret asked her, curiously.
“Sorry, yeah. This is Killian, Liam's brother. He just moved here from England. Killian, these are my best friends, Mary Margaret and David, and their son Leopold.”
“Oh, you're Liam’s brother? I wasn't aware that he had a brother,” Mary Margaret said, surprised by this new information as Killian stepped from behind Emma and shot them a friendly smile.
“Liam doesn't like to brag,” he smirked, setting his eyes on Mary Margaret as he took her hand and lifted it to his lips, kissing the back of it. “Nice to meet you, milady,” he said with a charming grin. Emma saw a small smile pull at the brunette's lips, a hint of blush in her cheeks. David didn't look very happy at the interaction. He cleared his throat, letting his son down from his grasp before shaking Killian's good hand, eyeing him suspiciously.
“Em Em!” Leopold ran up to Emma, holding out his arms.
“Hey, kid.” She smiled at him and knelt down to scoop him in her arms and as she came back up, she noticed David staring at Killian's plastic hand.
“Is that a prosthetic hand?” he asked curiously.
“David!” his wife squealed disapprovingly and swatted his shoulder.
“Aye, I lost my hand in the line of duty. IED took it but I was just lucky to survive.”
“Sorry to hear,” David murmured apologetically.
“It's alright, I'm used to people staring at it, but to me it's a memento of my time as a British Naval officer,” he explained, lifting the prosthetic hand and holding it in his other one, a nostalgic look in his eyes. Emma could tell it was a sore subject for more reasons than just the obvious one. “Well I should go. It was nice to meet both of you.”
“You too,” the Nolan couple replied back.
Killian turned around, his voice growing quiet as he spoke in her ear. “I have to take a cold and bracing shower. Can I meet you later?” he asked hopefully, no longer whispering.
Emma bit her bottom lip, still feeling the ache inside of her. She nodded and turned around to escort him to the door. “I'll call you,” she promised, but quickly realized she didn't know his phone number. “I can get your number from Liam.”
“I'll be waiting,” he assured her with a wicked smirk, kissing her cheek. A breath caught in her throat at the contact. She had to pull herself together to open the door for him.
“Bye, Killian.”
“Bye, love.” He winked at her, waving at the others and left before she shut the door and turned around, reverting her attention to her friends.
“So, how much did you hear?” she asked them, still quite embarrassed as she slowly swayed her godson in her arms. He was now settled and content as he wrapped his arms around her and rested his head on her shoulder, burying his face in the crook of her neck.
“Everything,” Mary Margaret admitted without shame.
“Oh God,” Emma groaned, wanting to crawl inside a hole.
“Well, we started to leave the bedroom, but then we heard your... amorous activities, so we started to go to Elsa's bedroom to hide,” David explained unenthusiastically.
Emma lifted a brow. “So you didn't stop us and instead decided to awkwardly listen?”
“Yeah, well it didn't work very well because Leopold ran out here before I could stop him,” David told her.
“Oh god, I'm so sorry. I hope I didn't scar the kid too bad.”
David chuckled as he gazed at his son still in her arms. “It looks like he’ll be alright. Although when he starts saying the f word and ‘bloody hell’, we’ll know who to blame.”
Emma's cheeks grew hot and she felt even more embarrassed if it were at all possible. “Alright, well I'm officially scarred for life,” she managed a laugh. “What do you guys say we go to the zoo now?” she suggested, causing Leo to perk right up and he lifted his head, bouncing excitedly and clapping his hands.
“I wanna go to the zoo with Em Em!”
“Okay kid, but first I'm going to put you down. You're getting too big,” she laughed.
He pouted as she set him down, but he recovered quickly and started running around the apartment chanting, “I wanna see the monkeys and kangaroos!”
Mary Margaret surrendered with a sigh, curiosity in her eyes as she looked to Emma. “Okay, but don't think for one second that you're getting out of telling us about your ‘laundry time’ with the hot new neighbor when we get in the car.”
David scowled at his wife. “I'm right here, you know?” He sighed dramatically, his eyes darting to Emma. “And I really don't wish to hear about your methods of ‘doing laundry’.”
The brunette grinned cheekily. “That's just too bad, sweetheart.”
Emma rolled her eyes and shook her head, walking into the kitchen. She had almost forgotten about the breakfast until she saw the bag on the counter that was from her favorite breakfast place in the city. Emma smiled a little, wondering how he knew what it was. “Is it okay if I eat in the car? Killian brought me breakfast.” She couldn't see her friend, but she could almost feel the smile burning into her back.
“Of course. Good luck keeping it from Leo though. You might have to share it with him.”
Emma looked inside seeing the wrapped breakfast sandwich and cinnamon roll in there. “I know,” she laughed. “It's not the first time riding in the car with him.” She grabbed her breakfast and purse, and the four of them went out the door. She made sure the apartment was locked up tight before they left.
~*~
Killian tilted his head back until it hit the tiled wall with a guttural groan, the hot water cascading over him as he took his hard dick in hand, pumping himself with fierce strokes. Twice today he had almost finished but was interrupted. He was beginning to think this wasn't meant to be. Not that it mattered right now. He needed to release himself before he went completely mad. The images that she put in his head of Emma fingering herself flashed to the front of his mind; her naked body splayed out on the bed, her legs spread and her fingers dipping into her glistening folds while she palmed her breast with the other hand. He hasn't seen her glorious gems yet, but he'd felt them in his palm and tugged on her nipples. He groaned and fucked his hand, imagining what the her gorgeous breasts and the pink hardened nipples tasted like in his mouth.
Biting his bottom lip, he envisioned her flushed cheeks and dilated pupils and the way her sparkling emerald eyes widened and mouth contorted, spilling out moans of pleasure while she brought herself to her own orgasm. Thrusting his hips erratically into his touch, he felt the familiar heat that he had been craving, overtake his body, his muscles tightening as his orgasm crashed over him. He uttered a grunt, heart pounding in his chest as his hot cum spurted out, some of it coating his stomach and dripping over his hand while the rest was washed away by the heavy stream of water, disappearing into the drain. He leaned back against the wall, panting and trying to keep his legs from buckling underneath him.
He got out of the shower, still trying to collect his bearings as he dried himself off with a towel, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips.
~*~
The car ride was long, but Emma was able to get out of divulging too much information to the Nolans. She only told them that she found Killian drunk in her apartment and took care of him. She also mentioned that he was helping her do laundry that morning and they kissed before things got heated. Thankfully it was dropped when David started groaning at the subject matter and Mary Margaret decided it was best not fill a four-year old boy’s ears with the graphic details.
When they arrived, David paid for their tickets and they walked through the entrance of the zoo as he got out his camera to take pictures. Emma held her godson’s hand, thinking about how grateful she was to be able to call them family.
Mary Margaret and David had been in her life for eight years now. She had been seventeen when she tried to steal from them in the supermarket. Emma had ran into David on purpose and swiped his wallet, but the store was so busy, Emma was unable to get away. Instead of turning her in, the young couple gave her an ultimatum. They talked her into giving David his wallet back and bought her whatever she needed in the store. Emma had grabbed a few cans of soup and other items that she could heat over the fire and a new pair of gloves because hers had holes in them.
The couple had stumbled upon Emma a few days later where she had been living and couldn't bear to see her go back to her bed of cardboard in the alley so they offered her a place to stay. They had a guest room in their loft, and Emma had refused at first, but then she imagined what it would be like to actually have a home. She was tired of living on the streets, tired of always being hungry. And then all of a sudden she had people who were willing to give her a home and a family.
She eventually accepted their offer and lived with them for three years, until Mary Margaret got pregnant. Emma thought it was time to get a place of her own by then. She had a fulfilling job as a counselor at the children's shelter, so she was ready to be independent. David and Mary Margaret had insisted she stay, but Emma would only feel like an intrusion. So instead, she offered to help out whenever she could and they helped her move to the city in a small apartment where she didn't know anyone. It turned out that being on her own wasn't that great afterall so she had posted an ad for a roommate.
Emma may not live with her best friends anymore but they would always have a special place in her heart. And honestly, she had always been amazed by their kindness and strived to be like them. And more often than not, it got Emma in trouble.
The sun was bright and hot as they made their way through the zoo. Leo was having the time of his life, flitting between exhibits and pressing his nose up against the dirty glass in an attempt to get a better look. He had just started learning to read and was trying to read all the informational plaques, but then got distracted, tugging on his Auntie Em Em's hand to wander off to see the monkeys swinging in the trees (one of them picked up a cigarette butt before breaking it in half and throwing it on the ground) or the red kangaroos licking their arms to keep cool. Leo would giggle and clap his hands as his Daddy took pictures.
Once Leo was exhausted and could no longer walk on his feet, having David carrying him around on his shoulders, they all agreed it was time to go. Emma took out her phone to text Killian. She had gotten his number from Liam earlier when he called her to tell them when they'd be home. Emma had hoped she would be home before them and now they were cutting it close. But Emma really didn't care at this point. She and Killian could get a hotel if they had to.
E: Home in 30.
They walked by a bird exhibit and Leo was enthralled by the parrots, watching them fly around as Emma waited for a reply. Not a minute later, her phone chirped and she would be lying if she said her heart didn't dance when she looked at her phone.
K: I'll be patiently awaiting your presence, love. Meet you outside your door ;)
~*~
Killian was almost dancing in excitement when he saw Emma's text.
Twenty minutes later he had his keys in hand and he was heading for the door when suddenly it opened and Liam was emerging with his carry-on bag strapped to his shoulder.
Killian cursed to himself, running his hand through his hair in a panic. “Liam… I didn't know you'd be home so soon.”
His brother dropped his bag to the floor, sighing in frustration. “It’s nice to see you too, little brother,” he muttered caustically. “You would've known if you answered your bloody phone.”
“It’s younger brother and I was unaware you called.”
Liam's eyes drifted to the phone in his hand as he crossed his arms. “Oh really? So my numerous calls and texts never came up on your screen?”
Killian slumped his head down, trying to avoid Liam's intense glare. “Look, I don't have time to talk right now, I have to be somewhere.” He started to move past his brother, but Liam snatched his phone, turning around and scrambling to look at the screen as Killian reached around him to try and grab it. “Give it back, Liam!”
“No, I want to know what the bloody hell is so important that instead of mending things with your brother, you avoid him and ditch him as soon as he walks through the door.”
Killian gritted his teeth. “None of your bloody business. You don't want to mend things with me, you want to lecture me about getting drunk and breaking into Emma's apartment to masterbate in her tub! Well go ahead and yell at me,” he challenged.
Liam paused briefly before turning around and handing Killian his phone back. “She told you?”
Killian nodded. “Aye, she did.”
“Bloody hell, I told her not too.”
“Well that's just bloody fantastic that me masturbating was a topic of conversation!”
“Emma was shook up over it. She didn't know what to do so she asked my advice! Now why don't we get back to why you're leaving in such a rush?”
“I told you, it's none of your business.” He tried to head for the door but Liam placed his hand on Killian's chest to stop him.
“You're meeting up with Emma, so it is my business. What's going on between you two? Emma said she needed your number to get her laundry key back because you lost the one I gave you and weren't home to give it to her. And yet she's not even home and here you are…”

“Why do you care what Emma does? You already have a girlfriend,” Killian pointed out spitefully.
“Emma's a good friend of mine so of course I care,” Liam replied defensively. “She's vulnerable right now because she was cheated by her scum of an ex-boyfriend and if you for one second think you're putting your paws on her, you better wipe the thoughts from your dirty mind right now.”
Killian's jaw clicked, trying to keep himself steady. “And why should I?”
“Because, Killian, I forbid it,” he stated firmly. “Emma's too good for you.”
Killian clenched his fist, using all of his strength to restrain himself. “What gives you the right to tell me who's good for me?!” he asked angrily.
“Because, sometimes you're too stubborn of an arse to see for yourself! Emma took care of you the other night because a she's a nice lass. She's nothing like that tramp, Milah!”
“Liam, you best be careful what you say because I'm about two seconds away from clocking you in the nose,” Killian spat out, his blood boiling as he stepped into his brother’s space with a threatening glare.
“Go ahead, Killian! Give me your best shot!”
Killian stared him down before realizing that he really didn't want to get into this with his brother. He really didn't want to end up sleeping on a bench in Central Park. He retreated with a sigh and backed away, turning around to avoid temptation.
Liam sighed heavily, speaking more calmly. “Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things, I just don't want you or Emma to get hurt.”
Killian scoffed and turned around to look at his brother again. “You mean you don't want Emma to get hurt.”
Liam shook his head. “That's not what I said. You just got dumped, Killian. I think maybe you should take some time for yourself before you decide to go and get involved with someone, especially when that someone is a dear friend of mine and lives across the hall.”
“If you're so worried about Emma getting hurt, brother, then where were you when her ex-boyfriend forced himself into her apartment and assaulted her?” he asked resentfully.
Liams eyebrows lifted, his features awash with shock and concern. “Please tell me he didn't…”
“He did.”
“Bloody hell, I'm gonna kill that bastard,” Liam muttered angrily, clenching his fists.
“And if I wasn't there, who knows how far he would have taken it. I had to pull him off of her when she kept telling him to stop but he wouldn't.”
Liam sighed in relief, his features softening a bit. “Thank you, Killian. Emma didn't tell me about that.”
“No need to thank me. I didn't do it for you,” he said in a sardonic tone.
“Well, no need to be pompous about it. I’m just glad you were there. I take it she's alright then?”
Killian studied his brotherly carefully, seeing just how worried and perturbed he actually was; Liam's hands were unsteady as he anxiously scratched behind his ear and his imploring eyes were full of concern and rage. “Aye, she's fine.”
“That's good to know.” Killian arched a brow in suspicion as Liam flashed him a weak smile. His face was still red with anger.
Liam's eyes wandered and he looked like a chicken with his head cut off as he started toward his bedroom, but then turned around and grabbed his bag from the floor. Killian stood there eyeing him suspiciously. “What?” Liam asked as as he looked up to see Killian staring at him.
Killian shrugged. “Nothing, it's just you seem awfully torn about someone who's just a friend.”
“Killian… I just… sometimes being close to someone who's generally closed off to most people is a bit difficult sometimes.”
A smug grin slowly spread across Killian's lips as realization settled in. “You’re just upset that Emma didn't tell you and that I'm the one rescued her, aren't you?”
Liam didn't have to answer for Killian to know that he was as guilty as charged. “I was just worried about her, that's all.”
“Right,” Killian smirked knowingly. Finally he saw the blush flare up in Liam's cheeks as the small crack in his lips turned into a smile.
“Killian, I swear, there's nothing going on between us. I'm with Elsa. Truth be told, I had a bit of a crush on Emma when we met. Have I told you that story before?”
Killian shook his head. “I don't believe so.”
“Well, I had just moved in and she came to my door in a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top asking for a cucumber.” Killian chuckled. “I thought it was the strangest yet most adorable thing ever, and it turned out she needed it to help with Elsa's swollen eye. I was immediately taken by both of them, they were both sweet and pretty, but then I found out Emma had a boyfriend.”
“Ah, well I can understand being taken by Emma right off the bat.” Killian couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips thinking about when he first saw her. Even with a hangover and broken heart, he was still utterly smitten.
“Well, finally we agree on something,” Liam teased. They both chuckled and Killian realized it's been far too long since the two of them actually laughed together. “Just do me a favor, will you Killian?” Liam asked, his demeanor more serious.
“Sure, what is it?”
“Don't do anything with Emma you might regret.”
“Liam I hardly think that I'd regret what I have in mind with a woman like that,” Killian blushed.
Liam shook his head. “That's not what I meant. You just got your heartbroken, but Emma… she's not a quick fix, and if you treat her as such you’ll miss out on something more meaningful that you could have had with her. That's all I'm saying, younger brother.” Liam winked at him gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder. “It's good to have you back, Killian.” Liam walked toward the hallway with his bag and Killian was left pondering his thoughts.
~*~
When Emma was dropped off by the Nolans, she scrambled up the stairs. She had gotten home later than she thought. They had make multiple stops so Leo could use the restroom from all of the juice and pop he drank at the zoo.
She reached the third floor saw Killian sitting on the Swan welcome mat in front of her door. Her heart sped up as she walked over to him, a grin on her face, but it quickly faded when he didn't seem as enthusiastic. “Killian?”
He looked up at her, a soft smile crossing his lips as he quickly shot up from his spot. “Emma...”
“I'm sorry that I'm late, we were riding in the car with a four year old with a small bladder,” she explained playfully.
“It's okay, love,” he assured, offering a nervous smile.
“So, should we start where we left off?” she asked with a seductive smirk as she leaned in and grabbed the lapels of his jacket. Killian's features grew serious, exhaling a long breath as he met her gaze and covered her hands with his. “Love, will you sit with me outside a moment?”
“Sure. Is everything alright?” she asked skittishly
“Aye, there's just some things I want to say,” he replied, lowering her hands and taking one in his good hand before leading her downstairs and outside the building.
They sat next to each other at the top of the steps, facing one another.
Killian breathed shakily as he released her hand and swiped loose strands of hair over her shoulder. “Emma, I wanted to apologize… for everything. I haven't really made a good impression with you.”
“Killian, I thought we agreed we were even.”
He shook his head. “But we’re not. You're… a wonderful person, I realized that after only a couple of hours of knowing you. And I... I have many things to straighten out in my life…”
“Okay, I get that. So what are you saying?”
“I'm saying that I don't ever want you to be one of those things that I need to straighten out. And I would regret it if I took advantage of you.”
“That's what is about? Killian, I think I made it very clear that I'm okay with that.”
“But I'm not.” He took her hand in his, brushing his thumb over her skin. “You are not rebound material and I don't wish to treat you as such. You deserve much more, and I know that men haven't shown you that respect in the past, and I don't want to be one of those guys.”
Emma swallowed thickly. She didn't really know what to say to that. “Killian, I wasn't inviting you into my bed as a way of acting out. I just thought it would maybe make things less awkward between us.”
“Well, don't you think that would make it more awkward? We would have a one-time thing and afterwards see each other everyday. We would try to talk and just pretend to be friends, meanwhile one of us is picturing the other naked and wanting more. And we both know I'm devilishly handsome and hard to resist,” he teased with a smirk.
Emma laughed. “Yeah, well we both also know that I'm your type,” she added, playfully batting her eyes.
“You are not wrong about that,” he admitted with a blushing smile. “I just know that if I were to have you, I don't want just part of you… I’d want the whole thing.”
Emma's breath caught in her throat at his words and the sincerity in his voice. She wasn't used to guys caring about whether they were taking advantage of her or not. She was only used to guys taking what they wanted and leaving. “Thank you, Killian… for being honest.”
“You’re welcome, love.”
“So, we’re still friends?” she asked hopefully. She was dissapointed but she knew this was for best.
“Of course,” he assured, offering his arms to her.
“Good,” she smiled and leaned in, wrapping her arms around him. He squeezed her tightly and she rested her head on his shoulder, breathing unsteadily. A soft sigh left her lips as she closed her eyes momentarily, not wanting to let him go. If anything, she wanted him even more now.
Eventually they started to pull apart and Killian brushed his stubble against her skin and she drew a sharp breath as he kissed her cheek. She could tell he was also struggling to let her go. “How about one last moment of weakness?” She turned her head and slowly captured his mouth, making sure not to use tongue, just savoring the feel of his lips one last time. His hands came up to cup her cheeks as he kissed her ever so softly, both of them breathing each other in.
Emma's heart fluttered, she felt painfully drawn to him, but she knew she eventually had to pull away. The sound of her phone forced them back to reality. They broke the kiss and laughed, licking their lips as Emma took out her phone. “I guess we can't catch a break can we?” She asked, seeing that it was Elsa texting to check up on her.
“I suppose not,” Killian chuckled sheepishly and stood up before taking her hand to help her up as well.
They both went to their respective apartments, saying goodbye and exchanging meaningful glances one last time before opening their doors. Emma paused and turned, watching him dissapear into his unit before stepping inside her own and shutting the door, forcing herself to forget about the feelings she had for him.
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