Senior Year

Chapter 14 - Part 1

(Killian's POV)

I take Emma's hand and lead her down to the car, locking the library behind us. I can come back tomorrow and clean up.

We make it to my house, and up to the apartment. Our hands still connected. She's told me she's not a virgin, but she never told me anything more about it. I look at the beautiful woman beside me. How can anyone not want to sleep with her?

Our lips crash as soon as we finally get to the bedroom. I purposely cleaned up the room making sure it was presentable. I'm a pretty clean guy, but when it comes to laundry, it just seems to pile up. I don't think she even got a good look at the room before we are rolling around on the bed. Damn this woman, thank god she's ready.

We get our clothes off, like we have before, and I take a second to admire the beautiful Swan that's laying on my bed in front of me. I scrummage in my bedside drawer for a condom, and slip it on. I might be filled with raging testosterone, but I'm not an idiot, we need to be safe.

"You're so perfect Emma," I sigh into her ear before entering her. She grasps my shoulders, and moves her hips along with mine. She fists the sheets beside her, and I place my grip roughly on her waist. Her hair is tussled across her face, and I gently move the strands out of the way. Her moans grow louder as she gets closer, and closer. She wraps her legs around me wanting me to go deeper. I happily oblige. She tightens around, me and I can't hold back my groans anymore. I slow down the thrusts letting us both savor the feeling, being so close. Our first time together, but damn it won't be our last, it can't be. It's so good.

(Emma's POV)

My breathing is heavy, and I can hear my heartbeat in my ears. Everything in my body is in overdrive, preparing for my release. Was sex always this good? Or is it just better with Killian?

My hips flex up, and my core tightens as I find my release, and feel Killian find his soon after.

He lays down beside me, my heart is beating so fast, almost out of my chest. I look to Killian who is gleaming with sweat, but it's so hot knowing I do that to him. He gives me a peck on my forehead, and pulls me into a cuddle. I lay my head on his chest as my breathing begins to calm. This is bliss.

"Sleep Swan," he instructs me, but sleep is the furthest thing I'm from right now. My mind is racing. "What is it? You can stay can't you?" he asks.

"Yeah, I can. I'm just thinking that's all," I say as I snuggle in closer, he happily pulls me in tighter.

"May I ask about what?"

"Nothing, everything, life," I say avoiding his question. The truth is I'm thinking about how I'm lying to everyone. No one knows who I really am in Storybrooke. Even the people I'm closest to don't know everything about me. Lily figured out I'm an orphan, but she has no idea about Killian, which I know is for the best. Killian doesn't have a clue about what my life has been which, once again, I know is for the best.

"Are you ok Emma?" he asks me, breaking me away from my thoughts.

What an awkward time for me to be having this epiphany Emma.

"Yeah, of course. You're right, I'm tired, let's go to sleep," I say, and try to shut my brain off. A little while later I finally succeed and fall asleep in Killian's arms.

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When I wake up the sun is shining through the curtains, and the bed is empty beside me. I hear the shower running, and put it together that Killian's showing. I grab his shirt off the floor, and put it over my exposed body. I find my panties and slip them on too. I make it to the kitchen to brew some coffee.

A few minutes later Killian emerges from the bathroom, and sees me sitting at the breakfast bar. He's only wearing a towel around his waist. His hair dripping wet, and messy in the best possible way.

"Ello love," he says strolling up to me, and kissing my cheek. Is his accent stronger in the morning?

"I made coffee," I point to the coffee pot.

"I see, let me go put some clothes on, and I'll join you." I silently sigh. Why does he need clothes? He looks so good like this. "You look good in my shirt," he says looking me up and down before walking to the bedroom.

He's back in the kitchen a minute later in just his grey sweatpants. That's the next best thing to the towel.

"How'd you sleep?" Killian asks me, pouring himself coffee. He takes it black. Why am I not surprised? I have to drown mine in milk and sugar to get over the bitterness.

"Good, really good actually," I admit. Having him there in bed with me was something I didn't realize I'd savor so much.

"Glad to hear it. I would make you breakfast, but as I've told you, I'm a wretched cook."

"It's ok, the coffee's fine," I say finishing my mug. "I need to brush my teeth, I'll be back,"

"Ok..." he says slyly catching on that I'd be using his toothbrush. I head off to brush. I can't kiss him with morning breath. While I'm in the bathroom I hear a knock at the door, and a familiar voice.
Mr. J's voice echo's through the apartment. Damn! What is he doing here? Shit...