A/N: Based on the responses I received last time, some of you are worried about Graham and some of you need this love triangle. You will find out in this chapter what happens with him. But just a warning, the Graham in this story is not entirely in character with the Graham on the show.

Thank you to Rouhn for beta-ing and your wonderful support, and thank you teamhook for looking it over and providing feedback. I also have to thank the annon who sent me this prompt in the first place. I am still in shock at how how this story turned and I'm blown away by all of the responses! It means more than I could express in words.

Sorry this chapter ended up being really long, you can probably expect this length every time now because once I start a chapter of this story, I can't seem to stop ;-D

Hope you enjoy!


A blissful smile was blooming across Emma's lips as she woke, a satisfied ache settled in her core. She wasn't exactly sure how a solo act turned into the best sex she ever had in her life, but it was difficult to have complain while her naked body was fused to Killian's, their sated limbs entangled and her face buried in the crook of his neck as he held her in his arms. Still, it was mind-boggling how she'd surrendered to him so easily.

She'd been in a state of contemplation all day about whether she should go through with her plan or not; whether she should just surrender and talk to him and sort things out. Of course that's when thoughts of Killian, of teasing and taunting him, spurred on the aching desire in the pit of her stomach and she fought against her better judgement.

Emma fumbled through her closet, trying to decide what to wear and eventfully found a pair of skinny jeans and pink blouse that always had eye-popping results. She was soon undressing so she could try them on to make sure the ensemble was still to her liking. She still had all of her clubbing outfits and dresses from college, but whether they all still fit her may have been a different story.

She was in her bra and panties when she looked in the full-length mirror. Thoughts of her blue-eyed neighbor were distracting, making her hot and bothered and before she even knew what was happening, she was peeling off the last two pieces of fabric from her body and tossing them on the floor, she was removing her vibrator from her nightstand and she was laying on her bed pleasuring herself with images of Killian in her head. She envisioned how he would react if he saw her like this; writhing and moaning at her own attempts of pleasuring herself.

She was abruptly interrupted by the quiet whisper capturing her attention, panic rushing through her blood when she saw him standing there. He was wearing a black vest and jeans along with a dark blue collared shirt, the top buttons undone, exposing his necklace and a provaocative amount of chest hair. His eyes were painted with lust, and if his jaw were dropped any lower, it'd be on the floor.

Emma was self-conscious but she could easily see that the mere sight of her compromising position had torn him apart, torturing him to his very core.

Normally she would've stopped altogether and made him leave, feeling embarrassed and humiliated but out of all of the plotting and scheming, attempting to have him eating out of the palm of her hand, this certainly topped the cake. And it happened by sheer accident.

Then he offered to make her come as he handled the vibrator, and she had never been more aroused in her life. So she thrived on the opportunity.

Emma didn't regret her decision, she didn't feel ashamed, she actually felt relieved. Being with Killian was something that felt surreal to her after the last couple of months.

Knock knock knock!

"Emma, you home?!"

Emma's eyelids popped open and she had to unwrap her neighbor's arms from her body to escape the tight cocoon of blissful warmth he provided.

"Just a minute! Be right there!"

Killian was awaking from the harsh sounds and hostile movements as she peeled his arms off of her, groaning at the alarm clock on her nightstand.

She didn't even realize what time it was until she heard the incessant knocking on the front door and Mary Margaret's voice outside of it. She also didn't realize what a number Killian had done on her (heh, five to be exact) until she stood up.

Emma was still trying to collect her bearings as she dragged herself out of bed and grabbed Killian's clothes from the floor. Her head was spinning, her skin still tingling from pleasure as she deposited his clothes on the bed in front of him, looking up to see an amused grin on his face as he propped himself up on his elbow.

"Killian, get up. We lost track of time and my friends are here."

"Swan, can't you just cancel-?"

"No, I can't, so please just… I need you up," she demanded breathlessly as she got into her dresser, grabbing a pair of grey sweatshorts and a tank top. She just needed to look presentable so she could answer the door and buy some time to get ready.

Killian's eyebrow was arched in a provocative manner, a smug grin pulling at his lips as he removed the sheet from his body, revealing the hard erection he was sporting. "Oh love, I'm already up... as you can see," he quipped, throwing her a flirty wink.

Emma had to bite back a moan, her core throbbing, still feeling the delightful and satisfying stretch of that same cock being inside of her and filling her up just an hour ago.

"Killian..." His name tore from her throat and she struggled to put on her clothes but there were too many distractions — Killian's long cock on delicious display, blue eyes full of mischief, his sex hair looking awfully appealing and not to mention her friends patiently waiting outside of her apartment.

Finding the strength to pull herself together, she strode over and grabbed Killian's good hand, attempting to tug him out of bed.

To her relief, he reluctantly sat up, swinging his legs over the edge and placing his feet on the floor. Instead of getting up, though, he refused to let go of her hand as he pulled her to him, spreading his legs to bring her flush against his body, emitting a strangled sound from her lips that was half a gasp and half a moan. She felt his hard dick against her center and even though she was sore, she found it hard to resist him. Especially when he lifted up her tanktop and leaned in, letting the shirt fall atop of his hair, his hands resting above her hips and pulling her closer as he brushed kisses along the valley of her breasts.

"Killian please…" she uttered, her eyes fluttering shut as her fingers sifted through his hair. Killian affectionately kissed one of her nipples and then the other, suckling each one into his mouth and making them instantly hard.

"Mmmm, I like when you beg," he growled, her breast still in his mouth, sending vibrations throughout her body.

Oh God, she didn't want him to stop, and she'd happily stroke his hard shaft in her hand and take him in her mouth until he was releasing his delicious cum down her throat, she didn't know what was stopping her from doing so.

"Emma?! You alright!" She heard David shouting through the front door, the sounds bringing her back to reality.

Oh right, that's what was stopping her.

"Be right there!" she yelled back before looking down at the head of dark hair buried in her breasts. "I'll be right back. Don't you dare leave this room," Emma demended hoarsely as she regretfully pried his lips and hands off of her body, pulling her shirt down.

"Wouldn't dream of it, love," he said, lashing his tongue over his lips.

She rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand, pulling him up from the bed. "In fact, I'm going you to need to hide in the closet," she said, pushing him towards the closet. She opened the door and urged him inside before collecting his clothes from the bed and bringing them over to him. Killian's smug features never faded as he stepped inside. He was still wearing a cocky grin, his eyebrow tugging toward his hairline and his erection still ever so prominent.

"Keeping me all to yourself and locked up in your closet so I'm always at your disposal, aye?"

Emma smirked, her cheeks warm with blush. "I'll be right back." She had to force herself to walk away and leave the room.

Attempting to tame her hair she strode over to the front door, feeling the affects of the multiple orgasms she received an hour ago. There was a ball of nerves in her stomach, she was hoping the Nolans wouldn't be able to notice that she just had incredible, mind-blowing sex. Emma collected a smile from the corners of her lips, bracing herself before opening the door.

"Sorry to keep you guys waiting, I took a nnnaa-" Emma's mouth hung open as her eyes fell upon the man standing on the other side of the entryway along with David and Mary Margaret. It was Graham, she assumed, the Irish man who would be joining them tonight. She flashed him a tentative smile as she tried to maintain composure. "-A nap," she finally finished. "I accidentally fell asleep," Emma explained, feigning a yawn as she let the three of them in, hoping even more that they could not sense the truth behind her words. "I'm surprised you didn't just walk in. The door was unlocked." Thanks to Killian.

Mary Margaret was smiling sheepishly as they stepped inside.

"After what happened last time, we prefer to knock, thank you very much," David replied with a bit of resentment in his tone.

Mary Margaret snorted and Graham looked confused. "Do I want to know what the three of you are referring to?" the man asked, and Emma could detect the Irish accent in his tone as she tried not to blush.

"Trust me you don't," David replied and stood in between the Irishman and Emma. "Emma, this is Graham. Graham, this is-"

"The enchanting lass you spoke of," Graham finished as he grabbed her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. Emma could tell he was trying to be charming but his attempts didn't have any effect on her. Her skin was humming but certainly not from the touch of Graham's lips, only from the previous touches of her lover, the feel of Killian's soft lips and the rough scratches from his scruff as he brought her to completion, making her come over and over again.

Graham released her hand and she had to refrain from blushing as the thoughts of Killian flooded through her mind and then she remembered he was still in her closet in the other room.

"I'm sorry for my attire and for not being ready," Emma said apologetically. "Maybe you could just go without me and meet me there?"

Mary Margaret waved her hand, shaking her head in disapproval. "Nonsense. We can wait, right guys?"

"Of course. Take your time Emma," Graham said with a smile.

"Okay, make yourselves comfortable. Do you want anything to drink?"

"Actually, yeah. Could I get some water? I'm feeling parched from waiting out in the hall forever," David joked playfully.

Emma rolled her eyes. "Do you really want some?"

"I appreciate the offer, Em, but I'm a married man," David teased.

"Ha ha very funny."

"I'm sorry you have to put up with this guy. I did it for years," Graham chuckled and Mary Margaret swatted her husband's shoulder.

David looked at them, offended. "It was a joke. Don't everyone gang up on me all at once. And to answer your question, Emma, I'll take some ginger ale."

"Okay," Emma laughed. "Anyone else?"

Mary Margaret and Graham politely declined, so Emma hurried off to the kitchen and retrieved a ginger ale from the refrigerator as they took a seat in the living room. She always kept her fridge stocked with them, knowing they were David's got-to beverage.

When Emma came back, she almost let the cup slip from her hands. Killian was emerging from the hallway in his jeans as he slipped on his shirt, buttoning it up. "Love, do you know where my vest went?" he asked nonchalantly, drawing everyone's attention and looking up as though he were unaware of any visitors. He stopped in his tracks, flashing them a smile, a hint of blush creeping into his cheeks as his eyes fell upon Graham and the Nolan couple.

Emma's face grew hot, blood bubbling under her skin. What the hell was he doing?

"Apologies, I didn't realize we had company."

The Nolan's eyes were blown wide in shock and Graham just looked even more confused as the three of them stood from the couch. Killian was grinning from ear to ear as he stepped up the three of them, shaking their hands.

"Killian, we didn't realize you were here," Mary Margaret said in confusion, but also holding a small smile.

Killian opened his mouth to speak but Emma quickly jumped in before he could, handing David his drink. "Killian's just staying in Elsa's room while she and Liam are gone. I thought he could use some company, so I offered to let him stay here for the weekend," Emma attempted, but as she glanced between both of the Nolans, she could tell they weren't entirely convinced, but at least Graham looked a little less bewildered. Emma looked at Killian and the utter disappointment was written all over his face. Emma's stomach twisted in regret, but what was she supposed to say? That they had just got done fucking each other's brains out an hour ago? She didn't think that would go over well with her friends after they brought another guy over there for her to meet and get to know.

"Aye, it's true. I had a terrible breakup a few months ago and the lass was just taking care of me, not wanting me to be alone."

Emma was in shock that Killian went along with her story, even if he did look completely wrecked while he did.

"Oh," Mary Margaret chirped. "Well are you coming with us? We're happy to have you tag along."

Killian scratched behind his ear, hesitating to give an answer. "I wouldn't want to be the fifth wheel."

Emma could feel the bitterness in his tone, but she was too upset with him to feel bad. She specifically told him to stay in the closet, but he didn't listen.

"Oh nonsense, you won't be," Mary Margaret assured. Graham and David exchanged looks, unsure of the whole situation and Emma just wanted to crawl into a hole and die. "Besides, you're already dressed up, so why not? It'll be fun."

Emma highly doubted it.

She excused herself to go change her clothes while Killian chatted with Graham and the Nolans. This was definitely not what she had in mind when she invited Killian along.


The thumping music dulled Killian's senses as he sat at the table in the club. He wasn't sure why he decided to come after Emma lied to her friends about him. And the fact that this Irishman was with them didn't make things any easier. Why did Emma invite him in the first place? — to make him jealous? Watching her get along splendidly with Graham while avoiding any eye contact with Killian had him beginning to believe that she was trying to do exactly that.

"So, you and Emma aren't an item?"

Graham's question pulled Killian from his thoughts. Emma and the Nolans were on the floor dancing with a couple of other friends, Ruby and Regina, meanwhile he was stuck sitting with Graham, trying to keep him entertained. Killian wasn't in the mood to dance and he wasn't about to sit by his lonesome watching Graham and Emma dancing and grinding up against each other.

"No, it seems we are not," Killian spat resentfully.

"So… you're okay if I have her then?"

"Excuse me?" Killian lifted a brow, looking up at Graham in pure shock. Did he really just ask that?

"Oh come on, the lass is a ride. You can't tell me you disagree."

Killian balled up his fist, his jaw tightening as he glared at the Irishman. "I can tell you that if you talk about her like that again, I'll break your neck," Killian threatened.

"I just meant she was good looking," Graham chuckled, his eyes falling to Killian's prosthetic hand as he stood up. "But considering you only have one hand, I highly doubt that."

Killian's blood was running hot as Graham walked away, heading to the dancefloor. The waitress passed his table and Killian asked for a glass of rum. He definitely needed something strong if he were going to get through this night.

He watched as Graham approached Emma from behind, immediately moving his body with hers as he put his hands on her hips. Killian's drink arrived and he downed it in one gulp, letting the liquid burn as it slid down his throat. He was gritting his teeth as he watched Graham whispering in Emma's ear making her giggle. A slew of obscenities and another glass later, he was standing up from his stool.

Clenching his fist, he stalked over to the dancefloor where Emma was still dancing with Graham. She was facing him, her arms around the back of his neck and they were deep in conversation. He came up behind her, curling his hand around her hip and pressing his groin against her butt. Even over the loud music booming through the speakers he could hear her breath hitch. He started moving to the music and eventually Emma's body molded into him as her hand reached into Killian's hair, their hips swaying to the music in a lazy rhythm. To his great satisfaction, Graham appeared to be pissed, but he didn't back. In fact he engaged Emma even more, his hands wrapping around her small frame. Emma was sandwiched between the two of them and she seemed to enjoy it.

Killian didn't relent and he leaned over her shoulder, whispering into her ear. "Emma… can we talk?" He could feel her body stiffen, and she moved closer to Graham. Killian retaliated by grabbing her hand and spinning her around so that she was facing him as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "Emma, tell me why are you doing this? Why won't you talk to me?"

Her eyes were guarded as she stared into his own and pushed him off of her, storming away. Graham started to go after her, put Killian put out his hand to stop him. "Don't even think about it," he threatened in a seething tone. Graham stepped back putting his hands up in surrender.

Killian rushed out of the club and into the warm night air, spotting Emma just outside the door, her arms crossed as she looked off into space.

"Emma, why won't you talk to me?"

She turned her head and glared at him. "Why didn't you stay in the closet like I asked you to?" she demanded.

"Why did you want me in there? Why didn't you tell your friends the truth?"

Emma scoffed, breaking her gaze. "That's real rich coming from you."

"What in the devil are you talking about?" he demanded, confused.

"I'm talking about you running out of my apartment when you knew Liam would show up. I'm talking about you following orders from him when he told you to keep your hands off of me!"

The words hit him like a ton of bricks. That's why she was upset?

"You lied to me!"

"Emma, I never-"

"You told me you didn't want to take advantage of me. You told me that was the reason why you were staying away from me, but now I know that you were only staying away because Liam told you to."

Killian's heart constricted in his chest, seeing the tears welling up in her eyes. He can't believe that's what she thought this whole time. His stomach ached at the idea. "Emma, I would never lie to you about that. You're right, Liam did tell me to stay away from you but I didn't do it because of him. I did it for you."

"That's a bunch of crap! When Liam came home that night, that's when you told me that you didn't want to take advantage of me."

"And it was the truth, love." Killian stepped closer but she backed way, tears coursing down her cheeks.

Just then the door opened and Graham stepped out. "Emma, are you okay? Is he bothering you?"

Killian balled up his fist again, ready to strike the bloke.

"I'm fine. I just want to go home."

Killian's heart ached, his features falling in disappointment as he attempted to engage her again. "Emma, please…" He put his hand on her arm but she pulled it away. "Just leave me alone." She walked away but Killilan started going after her.

"Emma wait…"

"I believe the lass said to leave her alone," Graham stated as he grabbed Killian's arm. That's when Killian lost it. He spun around and punched him in the nose.

"Graham!" Emma ran back to him, her eyes wide with shock. "What the hell did you punch him for?" she asked, looking up at Killian as he tried to shake the pain from his hand.

"Emma, don't trust him. He's only trying to get into your pants."

Emma was barely listening to him as she tended to Graham, cupping his cheeks in her hands. "How can you say that? You don't even know him."

"He told me," Killian replied, his tone laced with conviction. "Please, I wouldn't lie to you."

"I have no idea what he's talking about," Graham groaned, holding his nose. "I only told him what a great lass you seemed to be. Killian's the one speaking absurdly about you."

"That's a bunch of bullshit! Emma, don't listen to him," he pleaded, but Emma ignored him.

The door flew open and Mary Margaret and David came out, concern etched in their features as they looked at Graham. "Oh my God, what happened?" the brunette asked.

"It's nothing, I'll be fine," Graham assured them.

David looked at Killian questionably. "What did you do, punch him?" he asked accusingly.

"David please. Killian was just leaving." Emma's eyes darted to Killian's, and the cold look she gave him was piercing through his soul. "Just leave me alone," she whispered.

He could see the hurt in her eyes before he turned and walked away. It tore him apart but he knew it was for the best.


Emma explained everything that happened to her friends after they dropped Graham off. Mary Margaret managed to siphon it out of her. She stayed with them that night and it was like old times again. Emma curled up on their couch and they made a bowl of popcorn with milk duds. Emma was leaning her head on Mary Margaret's shoulder as she comforted her. Emma couldn't stop the tears from escaping. She didn't give away all of the details, just the pertinent ones. Before she was even finished, David was ready to go down to Killian's apartment and beat him down, but luckily Emma and Mary Margaret managed to stop him.

The next morning, Emma was abruptly awoken from a restless sleep as Leopold climbed up on the bed and jumped on her stomach. After the loud gasp that escaped her lips and the initial shock, she laughed and started tickling him.

David was in the kitchen making blueberry pancakes, the delicious aroma enveloping her senses. Breakfast with the Nolans was very typical, involving all of them sitting at the table with a wide spread of various breakfast foods that David served while spilling the secret ingredient he used in the pancakes that made them taste so yummy, even though she's heard it a million times. David and Mary Margaret always sit across from each other, Leopold always sits on his Aunt Emma's lap when she's over, and their Border Collie, Wilbie, is always sitting at someone's feet waiting for scraps to either fall accidentally from a clumsy Leo or graciously granted to him on purpose.

In between Emma's sips of hot cocoa, she scooped up whip cream with her thumb, leaving a dollop of it on the tip of Leopold's nose, making him giggle. He wiped it off, smearing it all over his cheek before jumping off of her lap and chasing the dog around as his mother told him to sit down and eat his breakfast. Emma just smiled as she quietly ate. She always felt at home with the Nolans, they were her family and she felt so lucky to have them in her life.

Later on, after she came home, Emma received a call from Elsa as she walked through the door, her free hand juggling her keys and a bag of groceries as she kicked the door shut with her foot. Her friend sounded distressed when she answered.

"Elsa, what's wrong?"

She heard Elsa take a deep breath. "Emma, Liam proposed to me last night."

"Oh," Emma uttered, pretending to sound surprised as she set the bag on the counter. "What did you say?"

"I haven't given him an answer yet."

Her mouth fell in shock and this time she wasn't faking it as she emptied the bag and started putting the items away. "Why not? I thought that's what you wanted. You always talk about how you wished you got married before Anna and you always talk about how in love you are with Liam. Sometimes it makes me want to vomit," Emma laughed.

"I do want to get married, but Liam told me something that he'd kept from me since I met him."

Emma had a feeling she knew where this was going. "What did he tell you?"

"Well, when he was in the Navy he was dating someone who died of a drug overdose. We've been together for a year and he never told me this!"

"Maybe he was just afraid," Emma offered.

"You don't sound surprised… did he tell you?"

"No, but Killian did. I didn't know he hadn't told you."

"I just — how could he keep something like that from me?"

"I'm sure he wanted to tell you and that's why he told you before he asked you to marry him. He wanted everything to be out in the open first."

"But still…"

"Elsa?"

"Yes?"

"Do you want to marry him?"

"Yes, I do," Elsa replied without hesitation. "It's just a lot to digest."

"I know it is."

"I'm just afraid he has more to hide."

"Don't overthink it, Elsa. Liam's exactly who you think he is, so if you want to marry the guy then go for it. I'm sure you'll both find out things you never knew about each other, but you'll accept them because you love each other."

"Emma?"

She laughed. "Yes?"

"Thank you… for everything. You're such a good friend to me. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"I feel the same way about you," Emma said with a smile.

"Oh Em, I'm sorry. I have to go now but I'll text you later."

"Okay. Keep me updated."

"Don't worry, I will."


Killian was trying to piece together what happened last night. He finally found out why Emma had been upset with him, but he was still clueless as to why she'd been toying his heart like she did; why she was using Graham to make him jealous. The thought of a piece of scum like him putting his hands on Emma made his stomach turn.

He couldn't even sleep thinking about it.

Then the day, Liam was sending him texts like a teenage girl, worried about whether Elsa was going to say yes to his proposal or not.

Liam: I finally told her about my ex-girlfriend. I think she hates me for keeping it from her.

Liam: Elsa left after I proposed. She said she needed time to think.

Liam: I think she's going to say no. What if she says no, Killian? What if she breaks up with me?

Killian responded to each one, offering words of encouragement. He was feeling like an arse for making jokes about her saying no and throwing the ring in his face.

He tried to keep himself busy, nervously waiting to hear back from Liam, anxious to know what Elsa's answer was. Checking his phone constantly was the only thing keeping him from going across the hall and knocking on Emma's door.


Emma was extremely anxious as she waited for Elsa to come home. She'd received a slew of texts during the last two days but they were mostly Elsa expressing her frustrations, and Emma still didn't know whether her friend said yes or not. She was worried for both of them. She didn't want to see either of them hurting.

Emma was watching an old movie as her phone chirped and she looked at the screen, thinking it was another text from Elsa.

Unknown: Hey, Emma, it's Graham. I was wondering if you would like to have breakfast with me tomorrow morning?

At first she was confused, but then she came to the conclusion that Mary Margaret and David had something to do with this. In any other instance, Emma might have said no, she didn't think the guy had much tact asking her out via text, but she decided that she need to move on. And this was the only way, she reasoned. Killian not only humiliated her in front of her best friends but he had the audacity to feel jealous and act out on it, striking Graham and spilling lies about him, to top it off. She was done with this game and she needed to move on.

Pursing her lips in contemplation, Emma finally responded to Graham's text.

Emma: Meet me at my apartment 8am.

She finished typing and hit the send button just as Elsa finally arrived home, carrying her luggage through the door. Emma had to refrain from jumping up and down as she turned off the television, setting down her phone. Her stomach dropped, however, when she saw the expression on her friend's face.

"Elsa… what happened?"

Elsa sighed, her eyes gloomy as she flashed Emma a faint smile. Emma tried to look for a ring on her finger but her left hand was hidden behind her handle of her suitcase. "There's something Liam and I have to tell you."

Not a moment later, Liam emerged from the hall, Killian following behind him. Emma avoided his gaze, reverting her attention to Elsa and Liam.

They both appeared to be wrecked as they stood next to each other, their eyes glancing from the other and back to Killian and Emma. Elsa had let go of the suitcase but now she had her hand behind her back.

Drawing in a deep breath, Liam was the one to speak first, breaking the unsettling silence. "As you both know, I asked Elsa to marry me…" he started, but then paused. The wait was absolutely torturous.

Finally Emma started to see the slightest hint of a smile on Elsa's face as she brought her hand in front of her for everyone to see. And there it was

"We're engaged!" Elsa announced enthusiastically.

A wide smile spread across Emma's lips, and she never knew how much she was rooting for her friends to get marrived until that moment. Liam and Elsa were now more affectionate towards eachother, their smiles infectious as they exchanged gushing looks.

"Congratulations!" Emma wrapped both of them up in a big hug, trying to contain her enthusiasm.

"Thank you…"

"It's about bloody time," Killian teased with a smirk as he took his turn to hug them.

"We're sorry for scaring you both… we ended up talking all night and worked things out. I should've never doubted my Liam," Elsa said, her cheeks pink with blush as she drew Liam in for a soft kiss on the lips.

Liam returned it affectionately as Killian glanced over at Emma, offering a small smile. She looked away from him, trying to avoid his gaze.

"I should've told her from the beginning about my ex-girlfriend, so really it's my fault," Liam easily took the blame after pulling away from the kiss and curling his arm around Elsa's shoulder, bringing her closer.

"It doesn't matter anymore. It's in the past and I'm not holding it against you," Elsa assured him as she wrapped her arm around his waist.

"So, how did he propose?" Emma asked curiously.

"Over my favorite dinner and candlelight."

"Did he put the ring in the dessert," Killian asked with a chuckle. "Liam's cheesy like that."

"Very funny, brother. Actually, I asked her the traditional way and got down on one knee."


Killian was ecstatic for his brother, he was ecstatic that Liam found someone like Elsa. He was happy that Elsa said yes and that things were turning out for him.

Although, there was still a dark cloud looming over him. He wished that Emma wasn't upset at him, he wanted so badly for things to go back to normal, even if he were only her friend and nothing more. He would take that over what was lingering between them now, which for her was hatred. For him it was regret.

"So, Liam and I were thinking about all of us dressing up and going down to the plaza to celebrate our engagement. What do you think?" Elsa asked Emma and Killian.

"Sounds great," she replied. Killian could tell she was doing her best not to show her friend any signs of unhappiness. However he could read her like an open book.

"I can't stay out too late though, I'm meeting someone for breakfast tomorrow before work." The words came from Emma and took them all completely off guard. He was pretty sure she was talking about Graham, but why would she announce that after Liam and Elsa just announced their engagement? Killian knew she was only doing it out of spite. She was only doing to ruffle up his feathers

Elsa's face lit up even more than it was. "With who?"

Liam however flashed Emma a questioning glance but didn't say anything.

"His name is Graham and he's a friend of the Nolans. He just came in from Ireland."

"Oh, that's great, Emma. We promise not to keep you up too late then," Elsa said with a wink. "Okay, Liam and I are going to unpack and get ready. See you two soon."

Liam and Elsa shared a kiss and then went their separate ways as Killian approached Emma to speak to her. "Emma, you're really going out with that wanker?"

Emma shot him a death glare. "It's none of your business who I choose to see." The sharp tone in her voice made his skin crawl.

"Emma… what about us? Why can't we just talk about what happened between us, love?" he asked softly.

"We've talked about things already and I'm done with it. There is no us, there never was thanks to you, remember?" she asked rigidly.

"And what about when we slept together? What was that then, if you hate me so much?" he demanded, getting irritated.

Emma stared at him coldly for a brief moment before she answered. "It was a moment of weakness." she murmured. "It didn't mean anything, so just forget that it happened." With that said, Emma turned around and headed down the hall to her room.

Killian felt the sting in his heart, he felt like he just got the wind knocked out of him. His shoulders were slumped as he trudged out of the apartment and across the hall to his own. He wasn't really sure what he did to deserve this. He was completely perplexed about how this whole thing spiralled out of control. If this wasn't his brother's engagement, if he didn't want so badly to show support for Liam, he wouldn't even go, but he had to. He wanted to be there for Liam. After their fallout and then finally mending their relationship again, Killian would despair if he disappointed his brother like that. So, he would show up to the engagement dinner and put on a smile no matter how torn up he was.


Letting out a heavy sigh in frustration, Emma rummaged through her closet, trying to find something to wear. She was happy for Liam and Elsa, she really was, but she wasn't looking forward to tonight. She wasn't looking forward to being around him. She hated how angry she was and she hated herself for letting him in so easily. She despised the effect he had on her.

After a half an hour of not being able to make up her mind, Emma finally decided on a dress that she hadn't worn since college. It was still in good shape, and she liked the way it hugged her curves and showcased her best assets.

Removing it from the closet, she pursed her lips, contemplating whether she should or not. This was her friends' night and she certainly didn't want to stand out and take away their spotlight, but honestly the dress resembled how she felt — fired up and full of anger, her blood boiling hot. Plus, with Killian being there, maybe this was her chance to torture him a little bit longer.

After Emma got ready, she told Liam and Elsa to go without her, omitting the fact that she didn't want to sit in the car with Killian. She just made up some excuse saying that she had to stop at the shelter first and she would meet them there.


Killian arrived at the plaza with his brother and Elsa, and they were seated at one of the tables; it was beautifully set, covered in a cream-colored tablecloth and lit candles. There was tasteful music playing and elegant chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, draping the room with soft, aesthetically pleasing light.

Liam pulled out a seat for Elsa and as they sat down, Killian was facing away from the door thankfully next to his brother, trying not show any emotions. He was doing his best not to let Emma's brutal words affect him. Liam ordered some champagne and it wasn't much longer when Elsa perked up, waving her hand and looking past Killian and Liam.

He turned around in his seat and the sight on the other side of the room took his breath away.

Emma was wearing a red dress that hugged the exquisite curves of her body, falling just above her knees, and a pair black stiletto heels as she entered the plaza, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. Her long legs appeared to be glimmering under the lighting of the room. She was an absolute marvel. Killian hadn't even noticed the grin that took over his lips on it's own accord until Emma approached them, avoiding him altogether as he was pulled from his trance.

She didn't appear to show any signs indicating that she was in any way upset, Killian could sense that she was putting on a show for her friends, kissing Liam on the cheek and giving Elsa a hug before taking a seat across from Killian.

As the evening went by, Emma avoided looking him in the eye at all costs, even though she sat directly across from him.

In fact she was smiling warmly as she held her glass of champagne. "I am so happy for the both of you and I wish you the best of luck."

"Thank you, Emma," Elsa beamed. "There is something I wanted to ask you. It might make my sister upset, but that's okay. You gave me a home in this city, Emma, and I will forever be grateful for that. You generously took me in and made me feel welcomed. You're my sister from another mother," Elsa boasted with a laugh. "Emma Swan, will you be my maid of honor?"

Emma's smile only grew. "Of course. I'd be honored," she replied. As she gave her friend a hug, Killian could tell that she was a little in shock that Elsa asked her that.

"I suppose it's my turn," Liam said as he looked over at Killian, taking a deep breath. "Killian I know you and I have had our spats, and that's putting it lightly. We grew apart for a long time, but I can honestly say that I' proud of you for coming to the States and turning your life around. Even when we weren't speaking to each other, even when there were times I wanted to ring your neck, I missed the bloody hell out of you and I'm so glad that we get to see each other everyday…" Liam cocked his head to the sde, "well, most days. Some days I still want to kick your arse, but your my younger brother and that urge just comes with the territory," Liam taunted and the four of them laughed. "Killian will you do me the honor of being my best man?"

Killian didn't hesitate to reply, a wide grin spreading across his lips, "Of course, Liam. But only because you referred to me as younger brother," he teased with a playful chuckle. The four of them clinked their glasses together in celebration and Killian gazed across the table, seeing Emma staring at him, failing to hide her emotions. Killian never broke his gaxe as her eyes fell to her drink, taking a sip.

Killian could feel the tension building between the two of them as the evening progressed. They engaged in light conversation as they ate their entrees, but Killian couldn't help but notice that Emma"s attempts of putting on a happy face were slowly dwindling until Elsa and Liam started getting suspicious.

"Emma, are you alright?" she asked her, Elsa's features etched with concern.

Emma was glaring at Killian as she threw down her napkin on the table. "Yeah I'm fine. I just need to use the ladies' room." She stood from the table and headed towards the hallway where the restrooms were located.

"Do you think she's okay?" Liam asking in concern.

"Yeah, she'll be fine. I think all of the excitement is just getting to her."

Not a moment went by when Killian decided to go after her. He was determined to put this debacle to an end once and for all.

"I'll be right back. I feel the need to use the restroom as well. The seafood went right through me," Killian chuckled.

"Too much information, brother. Elsa doesn't want to hear about that," Liam tried to convince him, but Elsa was snickering from across the table.

Killian rolled his eyes at Liam and stood up. "She might as well, she's going to be my sister-in-law pretty soon." Killian went around the table, kissing her cheek as he expressed his apologies.

"It's okay, Killian."

He left the table and made his way down the hall, his stomach full of nerves as he thought about what he was going to say to her.


Emma was hyperventilating as she she leaned over the bathroom counter, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her hands were shaking and her breathing was staggered. She had started the evening being angry with Killian, but then the guilt was eating away at her. She saw how good he looked in his black suit and how Liam's eyes lit up as he spoke of his brother and asked him to be his best man.

Emma had come to the stark realization that she was never going to be able to get rid of Killian. She'd have to move out and never see her friends again for that to happen.

There were a few women filtering out of the restroom when the door swung open again and Emma was trying to steady her breathing. When she turned around, she gasped, meeting eyes with a striking shade of blue.

"Killian, what are you doing in here?" she asked, struggling to catch her breath.

"I'm here to explain myself and I'm not letting you leave until after you listen to every word I have to say," he spoke firmly.

Emma tried to pass him but he moved to block her path.

"Please, Emma…" he pleaded, his voice completely shattered and his eyes full of wreckage.

Emma crossed her arms, her stance solid and her jaw set in place. "Fine. Go on."

Killian inhaled a deep breath before speaking again. "Emna, when I started dating Milah, she was a married woman. She led me to believe that she was unhappy and she kept telling she was divorcing her husband."

Emma's mouth gaped open in shock as she listened intently.

"But, I didn't realize until she broke up with me that she was just using me as her toy. She was using me for kicks and it hurt me to my very core. I would never wish that upon anyone. So when I told you that I didn't want to take advantage of you, I wasn't saying it out of obligation to my brother or because I was following orders. I was telling you because I never want to do the same thing to you that Milah did to me. I wasn't willing to risk a friendship with you for a quick rump in the sac and I hope that maybe one day you'll realize that." Emma looked into his eyes and guilt wash over her as she read the sincerity in his blue depths and the adamant tone laced in his words. "I know that you find it hard to trust someone given your dating history, but maybe someday you'll realize that I was genuinely looking out for you, unlike some creep who you just met," he muttered bitterly and started to turn around.

"Killian…"

He gritted his teeth as he stopped, running his hand over his face, refusing to look her in the eye. Emma admitted to herself that she was scared. Even when she was upset with him, she still had feelings for him that were stubborn and wouldn't stop tormenting her, but she hated that feeling. She hated the effect he had on her. "You know, Emma, you're so quick to believe Graham after you just met him, and yet you've known me for two months now and won't even give me the time of day. I'm done trying. From now on I'll leave you alone. You don't have to worry about me interfering with your life anymore."

Killian was heading for the door but Emma didn't allow herself to think, only to act. In the next instant, she was launching herself from against the counter and pulling on his arm to bring him to her.

His eyes were full of confusion as he collided into her and she grabbed onto the collar of his suit jacket, desperately pulling him to her lips with a crash that set her skin ablaze. He groaned at the contact and her tongue was insistent, seeking access that he willingly granted her as he opened his mouth, letting her claim him. He hastily pushed her back against the counter, emitting a gasp from her lips. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing himself hard against her center as he tilted his head, sweeping his tongue along hers, kissing her deeply and breathlessly.

Every kiss with Killian was always toe-curling, sending sparks throughout her body, but the way their mouths and tongues engaged one another with such urgency and passion, it was unlike any kiss she'd ever experienced before. The anger inside of her quickly turned into fire and her need for him only grew more intense.

She fumbled for the button of his pants, quickly unzipping them as his hands snaked around to her ass, frantically yanking the fabric of her dress and pushing it up to exposes her bare cheeks. She was glad she had settled on the black lacey thong that was now soaked with arousal as his hand slipped underneath the straps. He pulled them down halfway and then lifted her up on the countertop, removing the fabric from her legs and over her stiletto heels. They were still kissing so she couldn't see what he was doing but she was pretty sure he shoved her panties in his pocket before spreading her thighs apart, settling himself between them.

Emma somehow managed to undo his pants, her hand reaching into his boxers to pull out thick length, and suddenly her ass was being lifted and she was wrapping her legs around his hips as he carried her to the bathroom stall.

Their lips were still locked as Emma breathed him in, sliding her tongue along his, unable to get enough of him. The taste of him, the scent of his cologne and the feel of his body pressed into hers: it was so overwhelming. She easily decided she needed him more than she needed oxygen. He used her back to open the stall door, letting it close being them as he slammed her against the wall, entering her without warning. She cried out into his mouth, both pain and pleasure coursing through her body as he rocked his hips, staking claim in her depths. His hands were still on her ass, holding her steady, his fingers imprinted in her skin rough enough to bruise.

Killian felt so good inside of her, she thought might she explode and crumble apart on the spot.

He tore his lips away, leaving them both panting for air as he started kissing her neck. She instantly threw her head back, letting it hit the stall to allow him better access. He yanked down the straps of her dress with his teeth, and his lips were all over her skin, the crook of her neck, her collarbone, her bare shoulders.

"Killian..."

Emma's hands were fisting his hair and she emitted a whimper every time he moved inside of her.

"Tell me how hard you want it, Emma..." he demanded, breathing erratically as he repeatedly drove her against the wall.

She lowered her head, burying her face in his neck as she bit her bottom lip trying to be as quiet as she could. "I want it harder, Killian. Please..." she begged in breathless whispers.

"That a lass." Killian uttered a groan and granted her wish, thrusting his hips at a more maddening pace until Emma could no longer hold back the screams that tore from her throat. She was soon overwhelmed with pleasure, her stomach coiling and her walls fluttering around his length as she dug her nails into his back.

"Emma..."

He gave her a few final thrusts, his warmth pouring into her as she cried out in pure ecstasy.

They were both struggling to breathe, their bodies heaving against one another as he rested his forehead on hers. His mouth found lips again, his tongue sweeping in and mingling with hers, drawing her into another deep kiss. He was still inside of her as she clung onto him tightly, ignoring the need for oxygen; unable to let him go.

When they finally broke for air, their breathing was staggered as she attempted to speak.

"I'm so sorry, Killian…" The words tore for him throat in shallow breaths as she met his gaze, easily getting lost in his eyes.

"Please just tell me you're not still mad at me, love… please… tell me you actually want me…" he managed, his voice completely shattered and broken as he leaned his forehead against hers once more, brushing his nose over her cheek.

"I'm still mad... but I want you too much. In fact I… I'm falling for you… I was just scared," Emma admitted in a whisper.

His eyes lit up, a lazy grin tugging at his lips. "I've already fallen."

She breathed a sigh in relief from hearing that, her lips also pulling into a smile.

"I'm scared too, but I assure you there's nothing to be afraid of, love. I will never hurt you."

"I know. I trust you, Killian."

Killian closed his eyes and sighed. "You don't know how badly I needed to hear you say that… and I want to show you over and over again how much you mean to me… but unfortunately, I think we should get back to our table," he said with a soft chuckle.

Emma nodded in agreement and he finally slipped out of her, letting her down until she was on her heels again. "I have to leave soon so I can wake up early for my date tomorrow."

Killian was in the middle of zipping up his pants when he looked up and frowned, and Emma could no longer keep a straight face.

"Killian, it's a joke."

He exhaled a sigh of relief. "Thank god. I only have one good hand so I wouldn't want to injure it from having to break his jaw." Killian said it in a jokingly manner, but Emma was pretty sure he was serious.

She smirked as he put his hands on her hips, bringing her closer. "Yeah, we wouldn't want that. That hand of yours is too valuable."

He grinned smugly as she cupped his cheeks in her hands, kissing him on the lips one last time before he could respond.

When they broke apart, they straightened their clothing, tidying up their hair the best they could. Killian was the first to exit and Emma soon followed behind him, making her way to their table as she tried to hide the content smile that threatened her lips.