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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 took a seat on the couch, her conversation with Killian doing constant loops in her mind. She really didn't know what to do with their conversation. They were supposed to be friends, but she knew that every time she was around him, she wouldn't be able to stop thinking about what could have happened.
“Hey, don't look so happy to see me,” Elsa said playfully as she took a seat next to Emma, handing her a mug of hot cocoa, topped with whipped cream and cinnamon.
Emma looked up at her, flashing a tentative smile as she took the cocoa. “Thanks.” She took a slow sip, enjoying the soothing hot liquid as it slid down her throat. “Sorry, I just have some things on my mind,” she said, licking the cream from her lips. “How was your trip?”
Elsa settled back with her cup of hot tea. “It was great. We helped Anna pick out furniture and decor for her new place, we had some good bonding time, although I could tell Liam was a little bored but he got along really well with Kristoff.”
“That's good.” Emma took another sip, listening Elsa go on about the weekend, and spending time with Liam. She always had this spark of excitement when she talked about him. Elsa didn't say anything but Emma knew she was waiting for Liam to pop the question. Especially since Anna just recently got married and moved in with Kristoff. Emma knew that Elsa was jealous that her younger sister got married before she did.
Elsa paused and took a sip of her tea and Emma was hoping the conversation wouldn't be steered in her direction, but she could feel her roommate’s eyes watching her. Emma tapped her thumb on the mug and stared ahead, her eyes fixating on the wall.
“So, how did things go with you and Liam's brother?”
Dammit.
Emma had been hoping to avoid the topic, even though she should've known she wouldn't be able to. She expelled a deep sigh, nonchalantly setting her hot chocolate in the coffee table, her tone breezy as she spoke. “Fine. Things are fine,” Emma replied in a flustered manner.
Her roommate studied her for a moment, making Emma's cheeks feel hot. Suddenly Elsa’s features transformed and her mouth fell open in excitement. “You kissed him, didn't you?”
Emma didn't reply and instead took a long gulp of her hot cocoa, trying to avoid her gaze.
Elsa's eyes widened. “I knew it! You swapped tongues with Killian!”
Emma set her mug on the coffee table before standing up. “You know, it's been a long day. I think I'm going to take a shower.”
Elsa frowned as Emma made her way around the couch. “What? I don't get any details?”
What was this, the fifth grade?
Emma drew out a depleted sigh and turned around to look at her roommate, who was waiting for an answer with expectant eyes, her arms crossed over her chest. “Fine, you're right. We kissed. Happy?”
Elsa grinned from ear to ear as she clapped her hands.
“But you can't tell Liam, got it?”
Elsa nodded and made a motion of sealing her lips. “Don't worry, I won't.”
“Thank you.”
“So, is that all that happened?”
“Yes.”
Elsa tilted her head, her expression firm as though she didn't believe her.
“We got interrupted… twice,” Emma confessed. “Once in the laundry room and then again in our apartment.”
“The laundry room?” Elsa asked in bemusement, a light laugh chiming through her voice.
“Yeah, but like I said we were interrupted. Mrs. Edna from the second floor walked in. Then we came back here, but Mary Margaret, David and Leo were already here waiting for me to go the zoo with them. So we decided it wasn't meant to be and that it was better to just be friends.” Emma shrugged, brushing the topic from her shoulders as though it were that easy.
“But something would've happened if not for the interruptions?”
Emma looked around the room trying to avoid her roommate's heavy gaze, her eyes then falling to the floor and she knew there was guilt written all over her face.
“Em?”
“Yes, we almost had sex okay! Can we just drop it?” Emma started to walk away when her roommate spoke again.
“And he rejected you and it's killing you isn't it?”
Emma spun around, a puff of air escaping her lips as she placed her hands on her hips. “Of course not. He did not reject me. We both came to the conclusion that it would be better to keep our friendship simply as that since we live across the hall and he just came out of an awful breakup.”
Elsa arched a brow, not entirely convinced. Her features were creased with concern and disbelief. Emma felt as if her own face were that of a glass window, cracked and broken at the surface. “And how are you dealing with that?”
“I said I'm fine,” Emma repeated sharply. “I'm not looking for anything romantic. I don't need another creep like Neal ruining my life.”
“That's true, you definitely don't need a creep like Neal,” Elsa agreed as she stood from her spot, mug in hand as she made her way around the couch. “But even though Killian's a hot mess right now, you know he's miles ahead of Neal already, even though you just met him…” She approached Emma and placed her free palm on Emma's shoulder “... and it scares the bejeezus out of you, even if you won't admit it.” With that Elsa disappeared into the hall with her tea, announcing she was going to her bedroom to unpack.
Huffing in frustration, Emma decided on that shower she had mentioned to Elsa. She went into the bathroom, her movements quick and hostile as she turned on the shower and peeled off her clothes.
When her bra and panties hit the tiled floor, she stepped underneath the hot stream of water, briefly closing her eyes and rinsing her face. She poured a bottle of body soap, lathering it into a sponge and washed herself, wishing the evening had ended differently and that perhaps she was washing herself for different reasons. Or that her hands were replaced by the good-looking British man who now resided across the hall. What she wouldn't give to have his strong hands all over body, stroking her curves. Emma shuddered at the idea, her breathing ragged, and she suddenly reminded herself that she wasn't supposed to think like that about him. She vanished those forbidden thoughts from her mind, finishing her shower without going down that dangerous path.
She rinsed herself and shut off the shower, stepping out of the tub. After towel-drying her body and hair, she slipped into her robe before leaving the bathroom and heading down the hall to her bedroom. As much as she tried, those stupid, crystal blue eyes and soft lips invaded her mind once again. The way he tasted and the way his hard length fit perfectly in her hand when she stroked him.
Arousal was building in her core as she reached her bedroom, remembering the way he smelled. Remembering the mixture of his cologne and unique, masculine scent filtering through her senses. She shuddered, craving that scent and practically smelling him in the air when she entered her room. She shut the door with a soft click before pushing in the lock button, remembering that only two nights ago he was lying naked underneath her covers. Walking towards her bed, she was internally a bit giddy with excitement as she opened her robe, letting it slip off of her body and onto the floor.
Emma crawled into bed and slid under her covers as reality settled in and she cursed herself for washing the sheets earlier. She supposed she'd have to make do. Emma parted her legs and slowly slid her hand down her body, softly touching herself and feeling how wet she was. Her fingers made circles around her entrance and she closed her eyes, wishing Killian had been there following her into the shower. Her fingers were sinking into her folds with visions of him wet and naked, his straining cock ready for her as he picked her up, allowing Emma to wrap her legs around his gorgeous hips as he pressed her against the wall and fucked her rough and hard. A moan spilled from her lips, her breathing ragged, and it didn't take her long to make herself come all over her fingers.
The next morning, Emma woke up to the sunshine streaming through her windows and the sounds of Liam's hearty laughter coming from outside her room. God, the apartment walls way too thin. Although his laughter was not the worst thing she’d heard coming from his mouth on the other side of the apartment.
Emma scowled as she slowly got up, rubbing her eyes before realizing she was naked. She was just glad she had locked the door. She missed the days when she could sleep naked or draw the curtains and strut around in the nude. without having to worry about roommates walking in on her. Okay she hadn't done it that often but still. If she wanted to walk around naked then she should be able to have the freedom to do so.
Emma put on a pair of light blue cotton shorts with Tweety birds printed on them and a white tank top. She emerged from the bedroom, the delicious aroma of coffee wafting from the kitchen and she became a little more awake from just the smell.
“Morning stranger,” Liam greeted her as he tore his eyes away from Elsa.
“Good morning,” Emma mumbled quietly as she passed the kitchen table where Elsa and Liam were sitting at. Her main goal at the moment was coffee.
“I think miss grumpy pants woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,” Liam teased playfully as Emma approached the counter.
That's when she noticed the coffee machine was off and it was empty. She touched the glass surface and the pot wasn't even hot. Her eyebrows furrowed in confused as she looked at Liam and Elsa, holding mugs in their hands. She knew that Elsa was most likely drinking tea because she didn't care for coffee… however Liam did. She marched up to him and grabbed his mug, looking inside of it and smelling to confirm that yes, it was indeed coffee.
“Excuse me lass, do you mind? I was drinking that,” Liam informed her, amusement in his voice. “And no it doesn't have any rum. You know I don't start drinking until after my morning coffee,” he deadpanned.
“How did you get this if the coffee pot’s not even on?” She asked in confusion, holding the coffee out from his reach. She needed coffee and demanded answers as to why there was no coffee.
“I got it from my own flat, now can I have my coffee back?”
She scrunched up her nose in contemplation, her brows furrowing together. “You got any more coffee in the pot?” She asked in a sassy-like tone, still withholding the beverage from him.
Liam chuckled. “I take it if I don't then you're going to steal mine?”
“Mmmhmmm,” Emma nodded, although she would have to add cream, because that's how she preferred her coffee and Liam always took his black.
“Would you two knock it off? Emma he made a full pot so you can have some.”
Emma smiled at her appreciatively. “Thank you.”
Liam looked over at his girlfriend and frowned. “Oi. Emma can make her own coffee. She already uses everything else in my flat.”
Emma looked at him, appalled. “I do not.”
Liam crossed his arms, not at all convinced. “Oh really? Then who used my laundry soap while I was gone, hmmm?”
Her mouth fell open in shock. “How did you-?”
“The cap was loose. I always tightened it after I use it, and I know that Killian didn't do any laundry either. He's dirty clothes are scattered all over his bedroom.”
“You know it's creepy how perceptive you are.” Emma said, eyeing him suspiciously as she handed him his coffee.
Liam shrugged. “What can I say? The three of you keep a fella on his toes.”
Elisa shrugged and leaned in to kiss his lips. “We try.”
“I need some coffee,” she thought out loud.
“You can have some, I suppose,” he teased.
She smiled at him sarcastically. “Thanks.” Then she thought about it for a moment. She had to keep reminding herself that his brother lived there as well and she had to be mindful of that. “Is Killian…?”
“He's still sleeping,” Liam assured her.
“Okay.” Emma started to walk away when Liam's voice stopped her.
“Oh and by the way, Em, I have a bone to pick with you.” She sighed dramatically and turned around crossing her arms over her chest as Elsa took a sip of her tea. “I do recall over the phone telling you not to say anything to Killian about him jackin' the beanstalk.” Elsa spit out her beverage, spraying it over the table and Emma had to stifle a laugh. She did agree, he had quite the beanstalk and boy she wouldn't mind climbing it, if she were to be honest. God, she really needed coffee.
“Liam! Is it really necessary to talk about this?” Elsa shrieked at him.
“Aye. I told her not to tell him.”
“What was I supposed to do? He kept bugging me about it. He knew I was keeping it from him, so I told him. But don't worry I looked after him as you asked me to. So how about a ‘thanks Emma for looking after my brother’,” she said in a sardonic tone.
Liam sighed. “Thanks Emma.”
“You're welcome. Now may I please get some coffee?”
“Yes you may.”
“Thank you.” Emma flashed him a sweet smile and curtsied. She quickly left the unit and scurried across the hall to Liam's, opening the door with caution.

~*~

Killian sat up slowly, wiping the sleep from his eyes. He eyed his alarm clock and groaned. He was normally an early riser but he didn't get much sleep last night. Too busy thinking about the blonde across the hall.
He pulled on a pair of boxer briefs before heading out of the bedroom and making his way to the kitchen. Thankfully there was already a pot of coffee brewed, so he opened a cupboard and grabbed a mug. He heard the front door open as he approached the coffee machine and poured the steaming hot liquid into his mug. “Thanks for making coffee. You're a bloody lifesaver, I could kiss you.”
“I didn't make it, but I'm not opposed to your offer.”
Killian jerked his head at the sound of her voice, taken off guard that she was not his brother.
Not at all.
His jaw dropped on it's own accord as his eyes spanned her entire form. Her long stems were on display underneath a pair of pajama shorts. And god her boobs were spectacular. They were snugly encased in a tight tank top, her nipples poking out just a bit through the thin material. He'd have remember to keep the apartment this cool at all times.
Emma gave him a once-over as well, and suddenly he remembered he was only wearing a pair boxer briefs that were rather tight against his package that was now firm because of her.
“Sorry, love. I thought you were my pain-in-the-arse brother,” he clarified as Emma went around him, her scent taking over his senses. She smelled absolutely delicious.
She got on her tiptoes and opened the cupboard door, reaching into it. As she did, her shorts rode up, exposing the bottom of her gorgeous asscheeks.
Fuck, was she purposefully trying torture him? Because it was definitely working. His eyes were glued to the back of her thighs as he licked his lips.
“I'm not arguing with you there, but you must not think he's too much of a pain-in-the-arse if you were tempted to kiss him,” she laughed, shutting the door and looking at him. His eyes quickly sprang up, meeting her own. He knew that he'd been caught because he could see the rosy pink blush spreading along her cheeks.
“Hey, I'm easily bought, especially when it comes to caffeine,” he admitted with a soft smirk.
“By the way, thanks for the breakfast. How did you know what I like?”
“Well, Liam's mentioned to me his favorite breakfast spot before and I just assumed you went there too so I asked the cashier at the register and she was happy to divulge such information,” he admitted with a shy smile.
Emma nodded. “Ah, so not only do you break into people's apartments but you're a stalker as well? Got it,” she taunted with a laugh.
“What about you? Do you always just barge into your neighbor's apartment unannounced?” he playfully shot back at her.
“No… just Liam's. He always has things like coffee and laundry detergent, you know, things that I never seem to have in my own apartment.”
“Ah, well it's good to know I'm not the only one who breaks into other people's apartments uninvited,” Killian chuckled.
“You are right there,” she agreed with a nod. “But this time I had an invitation to get some coffee from him,” she explained, pouring herself a cup of coffee. “Although I had to beg for it. Sorry to barge in on you though. He told me you were sleeping,” she said, replacing the coffee pot and encasing the mug with her hands. Her eyes met his again, causing his breath to catch.
“I was. I just dragged my arse out of bed a moment ago.” Killian’s cheeks felt hot as he scratched a spot behind his ear. “My apologies for the attire… or rather, lack thereof,” he said with a small smile.
Emma threw him a flirty glance, slightly swaying her hips in the process. “It's okay, I've seen you wearing less.” Her cheeks grew even more red, it was absolutely adorable, and he was pretty sure his face was the same color.
“Well, you lucked out, because normally I walk around the flat in the nude when no one's around.”
“Actually, I would say I'm pretty unlucky then,” she corrected with a coy smile.
Bloody fuck. This woman was definitely trying to kill him.
“Hmm, I believe tit for tat is in order,” he suggested, wiggling his brows in a suggestive manner.
She looked at him as though she were not opposed. “If I do recall I already made that offer and you turned me down.”
His features softened and he eyed her sincerely. “I know, love. I just wanted to do the right thing by you.”
“Well, maybe I should decide what's the right thing for me.”
She stepped up to him and she was so close his breath hitched and he swallowed thickly, eyeing her lips. “Emma.. “ whispered, his free hand lifting to rest on her hip.
He was such a bloody fool. He wanted to lift her up and set her on the counter, their breathing hot and heavy as he kissed the greedy noises he knew she'd make. He wanted to rip and tear that shirt off of her body, exposing her perfectly round breasts. He wanted to pull those adorable shorts down her legs and get lost between her luscious thighs as he fucked her senseless against the counter. He grew hard just thinking about it. And what made things worse was the fact that he could tell she had similar ideas in that gorgeous head of hers, hunger sparking in her emerald depths.
Before anything else could be said or done, the door flew open and they quickly tore apart, putting themselves back together.
“Oh good, you're up. I need to tell you both something.”
“Not anymore,” he grumbled under his breath. His brother's intrusion undoubtedly put a damper on the mood.
Killian was certain he was going to get a lecture from Liam. Last night they had talked for hours after he parted from Emma. He assured Liam that there was nothing between them and they were merely friends. But even Killian knew he wasn't convincing anyone.
To Killian's surprise, Liam approached them, his smile beaming and eyes full of excitement. “There's something I wanted to share with both if you, but you have to promise you can't say anything...” Liam turned to look at Emma, his eyes narrowing, “...especially Elsa. Got it?”
Emma looked offended at the implied accusation. “What?”
“I'm just saying you two are close… and what I have to tell you involves her.” Liam explained, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a diamond ring, holding it up between his index finger and thumb.
Emma laughed at the gesture Liam was displaying in front of her and put up her hands. “No offense Liam, but I don't see you that way.”
He responded with a sarcastic smirk. “Very funny, Em. But it's not for you, it's for Elsa. I'm proposing to her and I wanted to know what you both thought of the ring."
Emma took the ring from him and studied it carefully. “Its beautiful. Elsa will love it.”
“Thank you,” Liam grinned, happy with her response as she handed it to Killian.
“I disagree, it's absolutely awful. She's going to throw it in your face,” Killian joked.
Liam rolled his eyes as he snatched it back. “Well, it's a good thing I trust Emma's opinion over yours. By the way, could you put some clothes on? No one wants to see you like that, Killian."
Killian frowned at his brother, offended. “Oi, I was only joking. No need to be cruel.”
“This is so exciting,” Emma chanted and gave Liam a hug.
Killian knew he shouldn't be jealous, for many reasons. He's the one who put their relationship in the friendzone. And Liam was already attached, he assured Killian that he no longer had any residual feelings for Emma. He only mentioned his former crush as a desperate attempt for them to bond and he was sincerely just looking out for his friend.
Killian watched as Emma and Liam pulled apart before he too was gathered in a hug by his brother.
“Congratulations brother,” he said, patting Liam on the back.
“Thanks, but I haven't asked her yet. I'm waiting for our anniversary which is six weeks away. That will give me enough time to think about how I will pop the question.”
“She’ll say yes, believe me,” Emma blurted out and immediately regretted her words, clapping her hand over her mouth.
Liam lifted a curious brow. “And how do you know this?”
“Uh… I I I could just tell,” Emma said, stumbling over her words. She looked at the imaginary watch on her wrist. “Well, look at the time... I have to go now.” With that, Emma scurried out of the kitchen and out the door, both brothers looking at her, perplexed, but both of them knew that Elsa must have mentioned something to her roommate.
At any rate, the subject was dropped and Liam left for work as Killian got ready for the day.
The next few weeks were miserable. Killian was still getting over his breakup but thankfully he and Emma were able to remain civil whenever they were around each other. But it was mostly because they made sure that they only hung out in a group. The four of them went out to dinner and to the theater, or they had breakfast together. Sometimes Elsa and Emma would bring over cinnamon rolls and coffee to the boys or vice versa. And Emma and Killian would talk casually and get to know one another. He told her about his time in the Navy and she talked about her job as a counselor. At first he thought his feelings for her were just simple infatuation but he found himself liking her more and more.
Killian had to admit that, overall, things were looking up. Liam scored him a teaching job at SUNY Maritime College, which he would be starting soon. The summer semester had already started but he'd be filling in for an instructor temporally and obtaining a permanent position in the fall. He was slowly mending his relationship with Liam, although there was still some unspoken resentment between them that could only be fixed with time. He also hadn't drank any alcohol since the night Emma found him in her tub. He was determined to keep it that way, at least for a while.
He also started going to the gym and on occasion, he went with Emma if they were both going at the same time. They would be surrounded by other people, so it was completely fine to see the blonde temptress in her cute little outfits. And if he accidentally fell behind her when they walked to the gym, well it was not because he enjoyed watching her walk, checking out her ass as her hips swayed from side to side in her black spandex capris. And either she wore a thong or she went commando because as much as he tried, he could never spot any hint of an underwear line. And he's tried many times.
It was also difficult not to continuously stare at her as she ran on the treadmill wearing her colorful tank tops that looked as though they were smothering her breasts, but at the same time made them look exquisite. The swell of her boobs were exposed and sometimes covered in a sheet sweat when she ran. She looked like a hot, smoldering Goddess and often times he had to relieve himself in the shower after leaving the gym. In fact he had a pretty healthy relationship with his hand ever since he met Emma.

~*~

Emma just got out of work on a Friday night from a long exhausting day and she changed into her pjs, her heart set on settling on the couch with a glass of wine and watching her favorite movies. She was physically and mentally drained from the especially depressing stack of casework today. One of the children's parents committed suicide. What kind of person would just do that to their child?
She decided it was one of those nights where old horror movies and Chinese takeout and wine were an absolute must. And she was intent on doing just that. Elsa and Liam were out on a date, so she had the place to herself, although she thought about going across the hall and asking Killian to join her. They had gotten close in the last few weeks and she had to admit she enjoyed their platonic friendship. They still exchanged admiring looks, and she would never be able to forget about their previous encounters, but she was content with what they had. Besides, she didn't want to seem overzealous.
Deciding that she didn't want to bother Killian — he was probably out at the bar having a good time anyways — Emma retrieved her phone from the end table and was about to dial the number of her favorite Chinese place when there was a knock on the door.
She mumbled under her breath as she got up from her comfortable spot on the sofa and looked through the peephole. She answered it immediately, concern etched into her features.
“Killian?”
“Hi, love.” The words tore out of his throat. He looked completely gutted, his shoulders were slumped and his eyes were dark and hooded.
“You okay?”
“Not really.” Her heart broke, watching him attempt a smile but obviously failing.
“Milah called me and wanted to get back together…” Emma's heart sank in her chest. “...but I turned her down.”
“Oh... do you want to come in and tell me about it?”
“Only if I'm not interrupting anything.”
“Not at all. I was just going to watch movies and order Chinese. And I could use the company.”
“Thanks, love.”
Emma stepped aside and he entered the apartment as she shut the door behind him. “You know, I was going to make a joke about this being a rare moment when one of us didn't just barge into the other's apartment, but… I can tell it's not really the time.”
“Apologies, Emma, I just… I should just go. I don't want to bring you down with me.” Killian turned around and started to leave, but Emma put her hand on his shoulder to stop him.
“Don't go. I want you to stay,” she assured him.
He turned around again, his brow raising to the creases of his forehead. “Are you sure?”
“Do you like Chinese food and horror movies?”
A small grin pulled at his lips. “Are you kidding? I love both.”
“Then I'm sure you can stay,” she said with a laugh.
“If the lass insists,” he said, his smile growing wider. God he was attractive, even when he looked like a train wreck. He was wearing a Kiss t-shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans that he usually only wore on lazy Sunday afternoons.
Emma’s heart was racing as she handed him a menu, quickly deciding that the night would not be so bad after all.
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