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A Helping Hand	By : Hookedonapirate Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 8245 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Once Upon a Time or the characters from it, nor do I make money off of this fiction.

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Comfortably anchored into Killian's side, Emma was feeling a buzz from the two glasses of wine she drank as they sat with her knitted blanket over their laps. And maybe it was the alcohol speaking, but she was just not as close to him as she wanted to be.
As the movie started, Killian pulled his arm around her shoulder and she instantly molded into him, feeling more relaxed. She rested her head on his shoulder, trying not to touch him too much, but she found it very difficult to restrain herself. She could feel him breathing softly against her, the scent of his cologne intoxicating her senses as she attempted to concentrate on the movie.
About ten minutes into the film, there was a blonde taking off her shirt and revealing her bra and panties as she climbed on top of her boyfriend whose hands were bound to the headboard. Emma shifted into Killian, resting her hand on his stomach and she couldn't resist running her fingers along the abs she could feel underneath his shirt.
“The lad's a bloody moron if you ask me.” Killian peered down at her quirking a brow as she looked up at him. A smile pulled her lips.
“How so?”
He turned his head, speaking into the ear that wasn't burrowed in the crook of his neck. “If a beautiful lass had me in a similar position, running her tongue up my body, I would not be distracted by thinking about my brother.”
They both had a laugh as Emma adjusted her position, trying not to think about the image he put in her head. She had to clench her thighs together, vanishing thoughts of kissing and using her tongue on Killian's naked body while he was tied to the bed.
When the blood and gory parts of the movie came, she snuggled closer to him, tightening her hold around his stomach as she buried her face in his neck. Killian chuckled and pulled her closer to him.
Every now and then she took a sip of wine, which was probably not the best idea. At one point during the film there was a sneak attack and Emma jumped, spilling her drink all over Killian's shirt. “Oh my god, I'm so sorry!”
“It's alright, love.”
“Let me get a towel.” She started to get up but Killian's voice stopped her.
“No need. You got me pretty good, love,” he chuckled, looking down to observe the damage. “The shirt’s pretty soaked, so I'll just take it off.” He lifted the clothing, removing it and tossing it aside. “I'll just wash it later. No harm done.”
Emma's eyes spanned over his bare chest and stomach, the light from the t.v. aiding her vision. “Do you want a dry shirt? I think Liam might have one of his shirts in Elsa’s room.”
“That's okay. You know I prefer as less clothes as possible anyways,” he said with a smirk.
“You won't hear any complaints from me,” she laughed, resuming her position and wrapping her arm around him, this time feeling his skin and the thin trail of hair on his stomach. She could hear Killian's breath quiver as she traced his abs with her fingers.
Their attention went back to the movie, although only halfheartedly. Killian's hand was slipping underneath the waistband of her shorts, stroking her hipbone and her fingers were carding through his chest hair and toying with the charms of his necklace, feeling his heart beating erratically underneath. Their breathing was slow and ragged as they kept their eyes on the television screen.
At the end of the movie, Emma was relieved when it was almost over and the last surviving victim, Chrissie, who was covered in blood, drove away in her truck, a joyful smile on her face as she saw the police car lights ahead. Then leatherface suddenly appeared from the back seat and revved up his chainsaw, sticking it into the back of her seat. At the same time, Emma felt something dig into her back and let out a shriek, practically jumping into Killian's lap. He laughed at her as she clung onto him, burying her face in his chest. Realizing the jab was from Killian messing with her, she playfully shoved him. “You jerk!”
Her reaction only spurred on more laughter.
“For someone who claims to enjoy horror movies, you sure get spooked easily,” he taunted, holding her tightly and dropping a kiss to the temple.
“Well, I can't believe you're into this stuff,” she teased in a mocking tone. “You have to be pretty sick and twisted to enjoy this movie.”
“Oi! At least I'm not a scaredy-cat,” Killian shot back defensively and the hand that was now curled around her hip began tickling her.
She squirmed and started cackling as she pulled away, launching herself off of the couch. “No you're just a big dork.”
“Oh that's it, you're gonna get it, love!” He sprang from the sofa and came running after her as she scrambled around the furniture, an embarrassing shriek falling out of her mouth as she raced to the other side of the room, Killian hot on her heels.
She rounded a corner and headed for the kitchen when he caught up and grabbed her, easily hauling her up over his shoulders.
“Let me down!” she called out breathlessly.
“I will when I figure out what I'm gonna do with you,” he chuckled walking her toward the door. “Maybe I'll take you down to the dumpster…”
“No!” Emma was laughing uncontrollably as she wriggled against him swatting his back. “Put me down you butthead!” she shouted playfully, her words gurgled from her position as his shoulder dug into her stomach. But she couldn't find it in her to care. Whether it was the blood rushing to her head, the alcohol in her system or Killian’s hands resting on the back of her thighs that were making her dizzy, she didn't really know.
“Oh that's it…” Killian shook his head and instead of taking her to the door, he headed back to the couch. “You've been a very naughty girl. I think a good spanking is in order,” he teased.
Emma gasped, clenching her thighs together at the thought of his hand smacking her ass. “I think you might be right,” she puffed out, her laughter dying a bit.
She didn't think he would actually do it, but all of a sudden she felt a firm swat to her ass, and she let a strangled moan fall past her lips.
“Mmm, I think someone likes being spanked,” he growled, his body trembling against hers.
Emma shook her head as he reached the sofa. “Oh no, I absolutely hate it,” she lied.
Suddenly Emma was being deposited into the cushion of the sofa until she was on her back, lightheaded and panting from the movement. Killian landed on top of her, eliciting a groan from both of their lips.
He pulled away slightly, looking down at her with an impish smirk. “Since you seem to enjoy your punishment too much, I suppose I'll just have to tickle you instead.” She squealed as his good hand started prodding her again, his fingers slipping underneath her shirt and working relentlessly at her sides and belly. Emma erupted into another fit of giggles, her body violently shaking as she attempted to derail his hand.
“Sto- stop- tickling me!” she finally managed through her strangled and hysterical laughter that became louder as he continued, the sound bouncing off the walls. She reached behind her and grabbed the couch pillow, hitting him over the head with it and he chuckled and stopped tickling her to grab it, leaving them both panting. He tossed it aside and settled between her thighs, Emma's legs wrapping around his hips. He leaned in until he was fully on top of her and ran his hand up her leg, his fingers slipping underneath her shorts and grabbing her thigh. Her laughing ceased and she lost a breath as she gazed up at him, her mouth parting in awe at his intense gaze. She was in a more relaxed position than a moment ago, but she couldn't ignore the fact that her heart was still racing.
Killian’s eyes fell to her lips, then back to her own, and he wasted not another second, capturing her mouth with his.
Emma immediately responded, sliding her hands up his chest, her fingers combing through his hair before grabbing his necklace and tugging him closer.
When their tongues collided, the warmth that rippled through her blood was so overwhelming, she melted, letting a moan escape into his mouth. They exhaled together, breathing each other in, the kiss becoming more heated and passionate.
Her senses were overwhelmed with the taste of wine and raspberries; she couldn't seem to get enough of him. She tugged on his hair, pulling him in deeper, enjoying the weight of his solid body on hers as she recalled the day in the laundry room when she wrapped her hand around his length. The memory made her shudder as she felt how hard he was underneath his jeans. Her core was aching as he pressed his erection into her, and she moaned against his lips, trying to decide if she wanted to take his cock in her mouth or between her thighs.
Ultimately choosing the latter, Emma rolled her hips into his, just enough to elicit a reaction and he groaned, the deep rumble heading straight to her core. He met her movements with a few hard thrusts and swallowed the muffled cry that escaped her lips. His hand was caressing the back of her leg as he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, biting it softly and she let out a giggle, still feeling giddy from the alcohol.
Killian broke the kiss before she was ready, leaving her breathless and panting and wanting. His eyes were the darkest shade of blue as he observed her for a moment, his breathing ragged against her lips. “We shouldn't do this...” he whispered, his voice wrecked and shattered.
Emma’s brows furrowed in confusion, her eyes unable to focus. “Why not?”
“Love… I've told you before… I never want to take advantage of you, and you've had a lot to drink tonight. I think we should wait.”
Emma scoffed. “Oh please... I only had a few glasses of wine. I drank way more at the frat party I told you about when I danced on the table and kissed that guy and…”
Killian’s eyes were locked on hers as he swiped a few strands of hair behind her ear, still trying to catch his breath. “I don't want to be like that guy. I've grown to care about you too much for that.”
Emma’s features fell in disappointment. “Are you seriously rejecting me again?”
He leaned his forehead on hers, sighing in regret. “No, love… I want you so bloody much, believe me… but when I have you I want us both to be sober. I don't want to be a decision you end up being ashamed of.”
“You won't be. I think I've made it clear several times that I want this… I want you…”
“Believe me, love, I want you too… just… not like this…”
Emma groaned but eventually nodded in agreement. She could clearly see he really did want her, but at the same time, he was at war with himself. Her heart clenched and she let out a long breath. “You're right, we should wait. I really like you and I want this too, but I don't want to pressure you nor do I want you to have doubts about this,” she conceded.
Killian flashed her a sly smirk as he sat up and took her hand, pulling her up. “Believe me, you don't have to worry about me having doubts.” He grabbed the remote from the coffee table, using it to turn off the television before setting it back down. He laid back across the couch, his head resting on the other end as he opened his arms invitingly. “Come here, Swan.”
She didn't hesitate to join him, laying on top of him and wrapping her arms around him as she rested her head on his warm chest, feeling his heart beating erratically underneath. He pulled the blanket over them and tightened his hold, his good hand gently stroking her back. She was purring in consent, her body molding into his.
“This is nice, but wouldn't you rather sleep in my bed?” She thought about Liam and Elsa walking in, but she had texted Elsa earlier to let her know she and Killian were watching a movie, subtly dropping a hint to let her friends know that they did not wish to be disturbed. Lord knows they've already had enough interruptions. Elsa had responded with an “okay” and a winky face emoji.
“It's alright. I'm comfortable anywhere as long as you’re in my arms. Unless you'd prefer to move, love?”
She shook her head. “No, I'm perfectly fine here,” she murmured, a lazy smile making its way across her lips as her eyelids fell shut.
“Besides… after all of the sex we engaged in today and me giving you four orgasms, I'm too exhausted to get up.”
Emma snorted into his chest hair. “Me too. Four amazing orgasms really takes a lot out of a girl.”
They both shared one final laugh before drifting off to sleep.
The next morning, Emma started to wake, the light streaming into the apartment from the large windows. Her eyelids slowly fluttered open and at first she was confused as to why she was sleeping on her couch and not her own bed. Then she became aware of the warm body she was lying on, arms wrapped around her protectively. The memories of last night came flooding back through her foggy brain.
She felt his chin nestling in her disheveled hair, his chest moving in a slow rhythm as he breathed. Even though they were on the couch, she felt so warm and comfortable in his arms, she didn't wish to move.
Emma was contemplating the idea of trying to fall back to sleep when she felt Killian stirring beneath her. She lifted her head, seeing the smile crawling over his lips when his sleepy eyes met hers. She managed a small smile while becoming aware of the headache blooming over her. Considering her standards, she'd only had a few glasses of wine, but it's been awhile since she’s drank that much.
“Morning, love.” His words came out in a lazy slur, his voice rugged from sleep.
“Good morning,” she greeted back, laying her head back down. They snuggled closer, his arms pulling her in more tightly and she sighed contentedly, her breath ragged against his chest. They stayed like that for a few more minutes until her head started pounding and she uttered a groan.
“You alright, love?”
“Other than the pounding headache, I'm fine.”
“Bit of a lightweight there, Swan,” he teased playfully. She lifted her head, seeing the concern wash over his features, despite the amusement in his words. “Can't handle your wine?”
Emma swatted his shoulder and managed a strangled laugh, reclaiming the spot on his chest that she used as a pillow. “It’s too early and my head hurts too much to come up with a retort to that.”
“Sorry, love,” he said, planting a kiss to her forehead. “How can I make it better? Perhaps some water and aspirin?”
“That would be nice, except that would mean I'd have to get up, and I'm really too comfortable to move.” Her words were muffled into his chest hair but she knew he heard her because his body trembled as he let out a half-suppressed laugh.
“You don't have to move, love, I'll get them for you. Where do you keep the aspirin?”
As much as Emma wanted to argue, she didn't have the energy to do so. Plus she knew that Liam and Elsa would be walking in at any moment and she didn't want to get bombarded with questions and accusations and have to explain her current position to them. She couldn't really decide if she wanted them to know anyways. “Bathroom cabinet above the sink.”
Killian gently turned to his side, taking her with him. He placed another sweet kiss to her forehead before carefully removing his arm and maneuvering his body from underneath hers as she shifted to allow him to do so. “Be right back.”
He got up and left to retrieve the bottle of aspirin and a glass of water.
As he was gone, her phone started chirping on the coffee table and she reached to grab it, seeing that it was a text from Elsa.
Elsa: Liam and I are bringing breakfast. Be there in a few minutes.
Emma’s eyes widened at the message, realization washing over her. They would've noticed Killian was gone all night. Did they suspect anything?
Killian came back, helping her sit up and she popped the pills in her mouth before taking a slow sip, the cool liquid rather refreshing against her dry lips.
He sat next to her rubbing her back as she set the glass on the coffee table and turned her head to speak to him.
“Liam and Elsa are on their way here with breakfast. Do you think they know that you were gone all night?”
Killiam perked up all of a sudden and started to get up. “I'm not sure but maybe I should go just to be safe,” he spoke. “Otherwise we won't hear the end of it.”
“Yeah, you're right,” Emma laughed.
“I'll see you later, love,” Killian waved and quickly made his way to the door, leaving in a dash.
Emma's features fell in confusion, unsure of what just happened. She was a bit puzzled by how timid Killian became, but she quickly decided to ignore it. Maybe he had the same thoughts about not wanting everyone to know that there was something happening between them before they even knew what that something was. And like he said, Liam and Elsa would never let something like this go. They would undoubtedly put the spotlight on them, and Emma didn't need nor want that kind of pressure on her, and certainly Killian didn't neither.

Liam and Elsa came home a moment later with coffee and takeout food from their favorite breakfast place.
“Hey, how was your date?” she asked them casually, hoping they wouldn't ask her about Killian.
However, Elsa was eyeing her with a suspicious smirk and Liam was looking around the apartment as though he were searching for something, or rather someone.
“It was fine. We went to this restaurant outside of town and went to a movie. We got back pretty late and just went to bed.”
Emma nodded with interest as she followed them into the kitchen. “What movie did you see?” she asked, trying to keep them distracted.
A broad smile took over Liam's face. “That’s a good question, Em. What movie did we see again?” he asked Elsa with a small chuckle. “Honestly we didn't pay much attention to it.”
Elsa blushed, a shy smile curving her lips as she swatted Liam's shoulder.
“All I know was that it was some chick flick that this one chose, so I wasn't all that interested in it,” he confessed before leaning into Elsa, capturing her lips from behind as she was trying to take the containers out of the to-go bag, but Emma could tell it became a difficult task with Liam's hand on Elsa's hips as he smothered her cheek with kisses.
Emma laughed and rolled her eyes. “Okay you two, get a room.”
“We had one, but of course someone had to get up at the crack of dawn,” Elsa laughed, her head tilting toward her boyfriend as she handed Emma her breakfast and a to-go cup of coffee. Emma opened it, letting the delicious smells of the sausage gravy and biscuits assault her senses. It was her second favorite, after cinnamon rolls of course.
“Is Killian home? We got him some food too,” Elsa said, eyeing Emma with a small smirk.
“Yeah, he went home a while ago,” Emma replied casually, her eyes falling back to the food as she made her way to the table, claiming a seat and taking a bite of a gravy-covered biscuit. “He's probably still sleeping.”
“Okay…” Elsa accepted as she and Liam reached the table with their food, but Emma could tell her friend didn't believe her. “We’ll just save it for him.”
The three of them ate breakfast at the table chatting before Elsa kissed Liam's cheek and went off to take a shower.
“So, how was movie night?” Liam asked nonchalantly as they cleared the table, throwing their containers away.
“It was fine.” Emma took a sip of her coffee, leaning against the counter.
“That's it? Just fine?”
She didn't really take the question to mean much as she swallowed her coffee, looking down at the cup in her hand. “Yeah, we ate Chinese and watched a scary movie. Nothing too eventful about that.”
When she looked up at him, Liam was regarding her dubiously, making her feel uneasy under his stare. “So, you both weren't sleeping on the couch together before Elsa and I came over?”
Emma's mouth fell agape at the question. “How did you-?”
“We came over to see if he was here after we noticed that he wasn't in his room when we got home last night.”
“Oh… well we just fell asleep watching movies.”
“The telly was off, Em,” Liam pointed out with a disapproving look etched into his features as he shifted into a smug posture, crossing his arms.
“So we fell asleep on the couch together… so what?”
“So... is there something going on between you and my brother?”
The question hit her like a hard gush of wind. Even if she wanted to answer that, she didn't know how to, so she offered only part of the truth. ”Killian was having a hard time and needed a friend. We talked and ended up drinking too much wine and didn't feel like getting up so we just fell asleep. Is that okay with you?” she meant the question as a joke, but she could sense that Liam wasn't amused.
“So then why is his favorite t-shirt here then… hmmm?” Liam questioned accusingly.
Emma looked over to where he was referring to, seeing Killian's t-shirt draped over the arm of the chair.
Crap. How had she not noticed that he forgot his shirt? “Because we had a wine spill and it got all over him,” she explained.
“So he couldn't go across the hall to get another one?”
Emma started to get irritated. She really was not in the mood for this. “Why does it matter if there's something going on between us or not? Why's it any of your business?” Emma asked as she started to leave the kitchen, walking past Liam in her endeavor.
“Because, I specifically told Killian to keep his paws off of you.”
Emma stopped, frozen in her spot, her eyes growing wide with anger as she turned around to face him. “Excuse me?” Narrowing her eyes at him, she stepped closer, crossing her arms. “What gives you the right to tell him that?”
He sighed, his eyes darkening. “Emma…”
“Ummm… no. You don't get to do that. You're not my father, and even if you were, you don't get to tell me who I can and cannot be with,” she stated firmly.
“Well, I'm sorry, lass but my brother is having a rough time right now and I just think-”
“You just think what? You think that gives you the right to dictate his life?!”
“Emma, I was looking out for you because you're my friend. After what happened with Neal, with him cheating on you and then coming here and assaulting you, I figured-”
“He didn't-” Emma started, but then realized there was only one person who knew about that. “Wait, did Killian tell you that?”
“Aye, he did. How could you keep something like that from your friends?”
“How could you tell Killian to keep his hands off of me?!” she demanded loudly. Emma couldn't believe he actually had the audacity to question her for keeping secrets when he himself had his own that he’d kept from her.
“Emma, I'm sorry…”
“No, you know what? I don't want to hear anymore...”
Emma wanted to leave the apartment, she needed air, but she realized she was still wearing her pajamas, so she marched to her room and slammed the door shut. She was absolutely furious. How could Liam forbid Killian from being with her?
She decided that she was going to take a shower and go over to jump Killian's bones and show Liam that no one interferes with her personal life. After she recalled when they almost came close but then Killian rejected her after Liam and Elsa git back from their trip, reality hit her like a ton of bricks.
Killian was never worried about taking advantage of her. He was just following orders? No, that couldn't be right. Killian wouldn't let his brother control him, would he?
Remembering how he reacted when he found out Liam and Elsa were coming over, Emma concluded that, yes, Killian rejected her because of his brother and it had nothing to do with him not wanting to take advantage of her.
Emma's blood was boiling as she changed into her jogging clothes, deciding that she needed to blow off some steam. Avoiding Liam at all costs, she managed to sneak out of the apartment while he was sitting at the table reading the newspaper.
She left the apartment building and went for a long run, the hot sun beaming down on her as she conspired how to get back at Killian. After everything she'd done for him, the kindness she'd shown him, she couldn't understand why Killian would do this; why he would trick her into thinking he was actually a decent guy. But he was just like the rest of them. She brought her walls down and put herself out there for him. Emma felt so pathetic, practically begging for him like she did when it didn't really matter, because Liam had him wrapped around his finger.
As Emma reached the park, maintaining a faster than normal pace, she decided she was going to turn Killian's world upside down until he was on his knees begging for her.
She ran for close to forty-five minutes, and when she got back she was panting and out of breath, sweat pouring down her back. She made her way upstairs and ran into Killian as he was leaving his apartment.
“Hi love... you should've told me you were going jogging, I would've went with you.” He graced her with a smile and she saw how his eyes spanned over her form as he tried to approach her. She could see the desire and hunger in his blue depths when she casually walked passed him. She also noticed how befuddled and disappointed he was when she didn't even wave or breathe a word; she just disappeared into her apartment and shut the door behind her, making sure to lock it before she went to take a shower. By that time, Elsa and Liam were gone.
Marching through the living room with determined steps, she grabbed his t-shirt, hiding it securely in her bedroom so that he wouldn't be able to get it back so easily.
Emma was grinning mischievously as she left her room. She knew exactly how to bring Killian to his knees…
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