A/N: I've been reading a lot of fanfiction lately and then this happens
I hope you like it!
Emma groaned and cracked an eye. It was light. She did not like light. Light was a bad, bad thing. It burned and made her head thump. She closed it again, but the head-thumping did not subside. Soon after she became aware of her increasing need to use a bathroom. She sat up and removed an arm from her chest. Ruby, her best friend, was sprawled next to her on the bed. Emma briefly wondered why, but the answer wouldn't come to her just yet. Then she looked at the alarm clock on her bedside table; 8 AM. That information didn't sit well with her for some reason.
She climbed over her friend and managed to reach the floor without waking Ruby. It was then that Emma registered the rest of the people in her apartment. Her five other friends were either a sleep on the floor or on her dingy old couch. It then came to her that yesterday was her birthday party and they all got sufficiently drunk. She groaned softly and navigated her way through the small studio apartment and made it to the bathroom. There she was pleased to discover that after their wild night, she had actually managed to change clothes. She was wearing yoga pants and an overly large t-shirt.
After doing her business she ambled over to the kitchenette and got herself a glass of water. Emma downed it in one go and went onto the next step of alleviating her hangover: making coffee. Her coffeemaker was her best friend. Well, not at the moment, because it was really loud, but it was a sacrifice she was willing to make. While it was whirring away, Emma leaned against her fold out kitchen table and looked out the window. The sky was clear and blue. She pulled on the hoodie that was hanging over a chair and got a mug of coffee. Then she opened the window and climbed onto the tiny balcony right outside. There wasn't much space, but Emma liked to sit there anyway. She'd put a stool out and often sat there in the mornings or evenings. She sat down and slowly sipped her coffee. This was her favorite part of every party; the quiet of the morning after, when she felt shitty, but good. Emma was always one of the first to wake and she always took full advantage of it.
It took a while for her to register anything consciously. She was just staring at the traffic whizzing by for a while. When her cup was half empty, it finally came to her that there was a moving van in front of the building across the road. The apartment directly across from her had been empty for about a month, but she was glad to see there was a new tenant. It gave her something to look at.
Beneath her three guys were unloading the truck. Emma guessed they'd already gotten the heavy furniture out of the way, because they were just carrying boxes that were already sitting on the curb. All three of them had brown hair and looked to be quite muscled. Emma wondered which of the three would be taking the apartment.
Behind her she heard stumbling, which meant at least of the others was up. Emma guessed it was Mary Margaret, who'd been sleeping in an awkward position on the couch.
"What are you doing?" Emma heard behind her. She turned around and saw indeed the pale, tired face of her friend.
Emma shrugged, "Just looking at some guys moving into a building."
Mary Margaret shook her head and retreated back into the apartment. Emma shot one last look down and then went back inside to cook some breakfast before she started retching.
After a lazy day of recovering, she had finally managed to kick everyone out of her apartment. The last to leave was Ruby, whom Emma shoved out of the door after dinner. Aside from the noises from her neighbours, it was blissfully quiet. She turned the tv off and poured herself a glass of orange juice. Then she went back out to her balcony. The warmth of that day was still lingering and Emma smiled quietly to herself. Then she deliberately peered at the apartment across from her. A window was open and she could see someone moving around. After about 5 minutes, he stopped in front of the window. The man she saw was pretty tall, probably around 5'9" and he had dark hair. The thing that kept her looking was the fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt. He was broad shouldered and it was clear he took care of himself. He didn't have overly bulging muscles, but it was well defined and it had a dark smattering of chest hair. Emma licked her lips. She could stand to see more of that and she wondered if he walked around shirtless a lot.
The answer to that question was 'yes'. Every morning around 7:30 he would return from his morning run and he would walk around, what appeared to be his living room without a shirt on. Emma found this out during her morning coffee. They were both outside whenever it wasn't raining and him walking around like that gave her another reason to go out in the mornings. By the first week, it could've been said that an infatuation had started.
No one was privy to Emma's quiet musings until two months in. The end of August was nearing and she suspected her fun morning activity would come to an end for at least a while, when Ruby barged in. She lived two floors below her and generally didn't have a habit of coming in like that, but said friend had run out of food and needed a fridge to raid.
Emma didn't notice her, lost in a fantasy that involved the man walking around half naked in his apartment.
"Emma!" She looked around terrified and saw Ruby hanging out of the window.
"What the hell are you doing here, Red?" She asked, anger clear in her tone. Ruby shrugged and held up a sandwich. "I didn't have breakfast."
Emma sighed and shook her head. Ruby took this as an invitation to come out. "What are you looking at?"
"Nothing, I was just thinking," Emma mumbled, draining the last of her cup. Ruby looked at her, suspiciously and peered over the railing. After a moment she turned to her friend with a smile. "When were you going to tell me?"
Emma was now genuinely confused. "Tell you what?"
Ruby started grinning widely and said, "That you have a crush, dumbass. What's his name? What does he do?"
Emma sighed and said, "His name is Mr. Drool and his job is being handsome."
Ruby frowned at that. Emma clarified, "I don't know and I don't care. I just like looking at him."
Her friend shook her head disbelievingly and went back into the apartment. When Emma came back in, Ruby was leaning leisurely on the couch, deliberately not looking at her bestie. Emma shrugged and pulled a box of cereal out of one of the cupboards.
After she'd made herself a bowl, she sat down on the couch as well. "So you're not talking to me now?"
Ruby groaned, clearly frustrated. "I can't believe you! You've been single for years and finally you like the look of someone and you decide to do nothing about it?"
Emma frowned. "Why would I? I'm happy. That was you just saw is just a special treat. It's a little creepy, I know, but it's not like I'm looking in while he's having sex or something."
Ruby crossed her arms and looked at Emma with a stern expression, "Why don't you want a boyfriend?"
Emma was just about to spoon some cereal into her mouth, but paused. "Because I don't need one. Why are you trying to determine my happiness by my love life?"
Ruby sighed. "It's fine that your single, but you haven't dated any one long term since Neal. Are you scared?"
Emma thought about that for a moment and shrugged. "No, what happened with Neal definitely left scars, but I'm not scared. I just haven't found anyone worthwhile."
"So what about that guy?"
Emma chuckled. "He's my fantasy. You don't date your fantasies. That will always disappoint."
Ruby shrugged once more and said, "Fine. It's your choice. But I think you're making a mistake."
Emma decided she could live with it.
Ruby refrained from bringing it up until November. They had met up after work for drinks and dinner. Emma had been in a bit of a bad mood, because one of her managers had been difficult.
Ruby decided that her friend needed a happier subject and the timing was all excellent.
"How's Mr. Drool? Have you talked to him yet?"
Emma took a sip of her beer and said, "No. I haven't seen him since last month. Have you seen the weather lately? I doubt he has been running."
"Are you sure you don't want to meet him?" Ruby asked, playing with her bottle. Emma narrowed her eyes at her friend. "What did you do?"
Ruby looked at her friend slowly. "Honestly? Nothing, but he is here, near the door."
Emma quickly peeked over her shoulder. He was indeed standing near the door, shaking off some snow. Then he sauntered over to the bar at a leisurely pace. From their table Emma had an excellent view. He looked even better when he was in the same room with her.
Emma felt panicky. She never thought this would happen, but then again, they were in a bar a block away from their apartment. Ruby was looking at her with interest written all over her face. "Go talk to him."
Emma scowled and took another sip. "No. No. No. I told you. That would ruin the fantasy."
Ruby sighed. "Are you afraid to get rejected?"
Emma shrugged. "A little; but it's also because he couldn't possibly meet the expectations I have for him in my head." Ruby shook her head and downed her beer. "Go get me another."
Emma rolled her eyes. "Get one yourself."
Ruby grinned broadly. "Goody, then I get to introduce myself as the friend of the creepy lady that's been staring at him!"
Emma glowered and downed her own beer. Then she snatched the bottle out of Ruby's hand and went to the bar. There was one person in between her and him. She managed to peer at him sneakily. His profile was a weird mixture of strong lines and curves. She noticed that he had impossibly blue eyes. Her eyes drifted to his bottom lip, which was red and full probably very nice for nibbling. She forgot to breathe for a second when his tongue darted out to wet it.
Emma quickly turned her head forward and tried to reign in her breathing. Up close he looked even better and she was glad for the visual, but this could never work.
One of the bartenders came to her aid and she could distract herself by ordering two more beers. She got even more distracted when she started counting bills and she didn't notice that someone had come to stand very close. She handed the money to the bartender and started to put her bills away when someone said in her ear, "Don't I know you from somewhere?"
The voice was low, with a decidedly British accent. Emma looked up. It was him.
She took a small step back and said, "I think we live in the same neighbourhood."
The man looked at her pensively for a moment. Then he grinned (which made him even sexier) and said, "You're the girl that sits on her impossibly tiny balcony."
Emma's eyes widened in shock. Did he know? Of course he did, because she had the subtlety of a blue whale in a kiddie pool. But he wasn't looking at her like she was crazy, so he probably hadn't made the connection. The man was still smiling widely.
So she decided to turn the tables. "Well, well," she said slyly, "have you been stalking me, mister…?"
The man stuck out his hand, "Jones, Killian Jones."
She shook his hand as she finished her sentence. "Mister Jones. I'm Emma. So have you?"
His smile dissipated into a smirk, with the right side of his mouth turned up. He stepped in and whispered in her ear, "I make it a point to see if I have an audience in the morning."
Emma swallowed heavily and said, "How considerate of you Mister Jones. I really appreciate it." For a moment neither of them moved. Her thoughts were racing through her head. She wanted to turn the tables, but she hadn't, yet.
She looked up at him. He was still staring at her, smirk plastered on his face. He probably thought he'd won the seduction game. Emma wasn't going to let him get away that easy.
She smiled, hopefully seductively, and said, "I was wondering if you could do me one more favour."
He raised an eyebrow. It was so perfect that she was sure he'd been practicing in front of a mirror.
"I might be tempted," He replied, voice low and breathy. It sent shivers down her spine. She felt the corners of her mouth twitch slightly. Then she leaned over. It happened so slow, she wasn't even sure she was doing it, until their mouths were so close she could feel his breath on her lips.
"I want to test something…" she murmured, before she pressed her lips to his. They were nothing like her fantasy. They were everything like her fantasy. His lips were soft and warm against hers. It felt wonderful. The moment Emma noticed he was getting into it, she pulled back and smiled brilliantly at him. "Thanks!"
She grabbed the bottles of beer from the counter and walked away towards her table. She wiggled her hips a little more than she normally would and she saw clearly that it affected him when she shot one last look over her shoulder.
When she got back to the table, Ruby was looking at her with open mouth. Emma sat down and took one of the bottles, taking a casual swig. Ruby didn't feel the need to close her mouth. Emma just leaned back with a huge smile on her face. After a few moments her friend seemed to regain her composure. Ruby took a tiny sip of her drink and then said, "That went well. Details please."
Emma recounted what happened not 5 minutes earlier. When she was done, Ruby was grinning. "Girl, you have it bad. And from the sound of it, so does he."
Emma shrugged. "The kiss may have been good, but that was just lips. For all I know he's a washing machine."
Ruby looked around the bar to see where Killian'd gone off to. She spotted him standing near a high table with 3 other guys. He was holding a glass of brown liquid delicately in his hand and every so often he seemed to be sniffing the rim before taking a sip.
It made her lick her lips and say, "Look at him Ems. He clearly knows finesse." Emma turned to look at him just as he was doing it. He winked at her. She bit her lip deliberately. Then he turned back to the men he was with, laughing about something.
Emma turned away too, but she noticed Ruby kept on looking. "What? If you're so into him you go fuck him."
Ruby chuckled and shook her head. She sat forward in her seat, resting her elbow at the table. "I was checking out his toothsome friends."
Emma frowned and turned to look once more. The guys with him were indeed not un-handsome. One of them was a lot taller than Killian with the same dark hair. They resembled each other close enough that they were probably brothers. The one she saw Ruby looking at was about as tall as Killian, with a roundish face and ginger hair. He seemed kind.
Emma looked at her friend. "You're going to leave me here, aren't you?"
Ruby shrugged and twirled a finger into one of her long dark locks. "I haven't decided yet."
Emma grinned and shook her head.
They finished their drinks, but neither one of them got up to get a new one. They just talked about work and whether or not they were going shopping sometime soon. Emma put Killian in the back of her mind for now and the pleasant buzz of the beers made her feel relaxed.
Then Ruby decided she just –had- to have a new drink. Emma grinned, suspecting a certain person was making his way to the bar. "You can leave me here, if you go get me a scotch."
Ruby frowned for a second and then looked sheepish. "What was it again?"
"Lagavulin 16," Emma smiled. When Ruby had gone, she pulled out her phone to catch up on some news. And that's why she didn't notice when some other than her dark haired friend sat across from her.
"Well love, if this how you treat your friends, no wonder yours went to find better company." Emma looked up to find Killian sitting in Ruby's seat. In front of her was a glass of dark brown liquid.
She smiled and shrugged, "It's probably why I don't have a boyfriend."
Killian sat forward, elbows on the table, drink in hand. He chuckled briefly before taking a sip. "Are you sure you want to give me that information?"
Emma squinted. "Because otherwise I would be marked territory?"
Killian placed the glass carefully on the table and motioned her forward. She decided to humour him. "What?"
He leaned close to her ear. "I'm a gentleman. I'm not in the business of making lovely ladies into adulterers."
Emma pulled back a little. He's smiling with his mouth open. His tongue was tracing his top teeth. She just wanted to smack him. She leaned back and takes a sip of scotch, appraising the man across from her. She hated him a little, because with every little thing Killian did, he seemed to make the promise that he was as amazing in real life as he was in her head.
Finally she said, "That's awfully kind of you, but I'm not interested."
This elicited a deep sounding chuckle from him. His amusement was clear on his face. "Why did you kiss me?"
Emma smiled. "I told you. I wanted to test something."
Killian nodded slowly, rubbing his chin. Then he raked a hand through his hair. "What was the result?"
"Yes." He looked dumbfounded. She grinned and took another sip, enjoying the rich smooth liquid on her tongue.
"Yes?" He asked, unsure.
"Yes." She said, resolutely. He was frowning now and staring so intently at her, that Emma could only guess he was trying to read her mind.
"If I asked you what hypothesis you were testing, would you tell me?"
She shrugged. He nodded and then got an evil smirk on his face. "You know… to be able to draw a proper conclusion, you should repeat the experiment."
Emma glared at him, but inwardly she kind of wanted to go for it. She liked this game that they were playing. She stared at the glass in her hand for a moment and then looked up at him. Killian was still smirking triumphantly. She licked her lips and said, "Maybe I should…"
Without warning she leaned over and kissed him again, but Killian was more prepared this time. He reached out a hand and buried it in her blonde hair, keeping her head in place. Their lips met softly just as before, but now Killian's lips were parted and inviting her in. Emma wasn't sure if she should deepen the kiss, even though she really wanted to. What put her over the edge was his tongue, sliding past her bottom lip. That gesture made her feel like she was on fire. Her hands started acting on her own accord, stroking his face, feeling the stubble of his cheeks. Their tongues were touching each other, exploring, tasting, feeling.
Emma pulled back when she felt like she was going blue in the face. She was breathing heavily and she was pleased to see that Killian was too. His eyes were heavy-lidded and he looked like he wanted to devour her, which set her even more on edge. Heat was present in every part of her body.
Finally, when he'd calmed down enough, he asked, "What is the conclusion now?"
She smiled, "Still yes. But some interesting questions arose that may need exploring too."
He raised the one dark eyebrow. If Emma had no impulse control she'd try to bite it off his face. She shook her head. "Since you're my test subject I can't tell you, because it may alter results." Then Emma looked around the crowded bar and said, "Also, conditions here are not ideal."
Killian nodded slowly and picked up his own drink.
They stared at each other as both of them finished their beverages. Once Emma was done she looked at her phone for the time and got up. "Well, it's getting late."
She stretched, knowing that it would reveal the bottom part of her stomach. Killian was transfixed on that bare patch of skin for a moment, before he also checked the time and said, "You're right."
She smirked and picked up her jacket and scarf. She put them on and said, "It was nice to finally meet you. I hope to see you again soon."
With those words she walked away, without looking back.
A/N: More to come, but it was already over 3,5k in words so I thought I'd break it up a little. Please leave a review to let me know what you guys thought!