A/N: This was meant to be a prompt about Killian crashing at Emma's house and then other things, but then this happened and I think it's one of my most favorite drabbles, thus far.

Today had been one of the longest days she'd had to endure since she came back from the Enchanted Forest. She'd tried the whole 'catch up sleep' shtick, but ended up feeling more exhausted than rested when she woke up in the mornings. Not to mention how much footwork the Sheriff's office had been demanding of her in the past week. She was tired and exhausted and her feet were killing her. There was only one thing she wanted.

Hot chocolate and a sappy lifetime movie to forget about the 'fairytale' lifestyle she was living now. The fairytale, that was, where she had to do all the haul work to make it come out with even a semi-happy ending.

Emma came up to her front door, stopping dead in her tracks. Why was her front door open? "H-Hello?" She questioned as she pushed it open slowly, looking inside cautiously.

"Hello, love." Killian smiled as he came around the corner and tilted his head with that bastardly suave smile. "Miss me?"

"What the hell?" She glared, stepping inside and slamming the door shut. "What are you doing in my house? Get out."

"I need somewhere to stay," He waved away her negativity and sauntered into the family room.

"Get out of my house Hook." Emma followed after him, close on his heels. Why the hell was he in her house? Why her?

Killian sank down onto the sofa, shrugging his shoulders. "I needed somewhere to stay. You seemed like the welcoming sort."

"I thought you said I was an open book." Emma crossed her arms and glared at him. "If I were an open book you'd sure as hell know that I don't want you here. Or anywhere near me for that matter. Get out of my house."

"I rather like it here. It's quaint."

Emma rolled her eyes, "Couldn't you stay with your friend Cora?" She bit out, that anger at what he had pulled bubbling up inside of her. They always betrayed your trust in the end.

"Ah," Killian stroked his chin. "Well, you see I don't really think Cora's the 'friends' type with anyone. But, if she were I'm certain I'm not part of her list of them. Let's just say, shall we, she's not even an ally of mine anymore. Not that she ever really was. She just happened to be there after someone fucked me over."

"I didn't fuck you over, I was protecting my family." Emma snapped, her fists tightening.

"You were running from what you felt." Killian retorted, jerking upright and striding towards her. He stopped just a breath away from her and smirked when she didn't flinch away. "You were scared of what you felt."

"Shut the fuck up." Emma gritted, her eyes meeting his as she tried to resist the urge to slap that dumb look off of his face. He couldn't even keep a straight face when he stared at her, his lips always curved up and he… He gave her those eyes.

Killian chuckled coldly, "I thought you were brave lass, apparently I was wrong." That earned him the slap he just seemed to be begging for. "I'm wounded it, love." He caught her hand, not letting go as he closed in even closer to her.

"Get.." His nearness forced her to swallow the words. Because she knew that the words were not what she wanted to say. With the hand he was holding onto she gripped the material of his shirt, jerking his shoulder forward in a flash of movement. "I hate you." She growled as she pressed her lips against his. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, they had been leading towards this since the beanstalk. In fact, she was certain that had she not chained him up in fear – she would have kissed him before they went back down.

"What in the gods' names are you doing Emma," He whispered as she pulled back from the kiss, her chest heaving from the air she'd deprived her lungs of. Not that he was complaining, not one bit. In fact, he didn't even care what her reason was. Killian wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into another kiss. This one was even more forceful, his lips pressing against hers hard and needy.

Emma's teeth scraped across his bottom lip, tugging it away from his teeth and biting down hard enough for him to let out a hiss of pain and pleasure. His hand rested at her waist, with a grip tight enough to leave a red mark in the morning.

They were going to tear each other apart at this rate.

Before he could register what was happening she had his knees against the sofa and he fell back awkwardly into a sitting position, groaning at the fact that her legs were on either side of his hips and her weight was pressing down onto his rather prominent need.

Killian drew his hook down the back of her thin cotton shirt, applying enough pressure to rip the material in two but not enough to cause her any harm. He brought his hand up to tear the rest of the cloth off of her body, allowing his hand to slide across her smooth, silky skin. She felt like heaven in his hands.

"I hate you," She hissed again, pulling back for a breath of air as she pressed kisses along his jaw line. "I hate you so fucking much."

"I hate you too lass." Killian snapped, bucking his hips upward just to see the face of surprise she made. Her swollen lips were parted in an 'O' and in retaliation she rolled her hips downwards in a move that left him speechless. Hell, she was good.

Hook made a move to switch their positions, to lay her out length wise on the sofa, but she shoved him in the chest and growled out that he wasn't going anywhere.

"You're killing me, lass."

"Good," She retorted as she repeated the motion and a moan escaped her lips. Dammit, she'd never intended that to happen, she was letting herself down in this moment. But, God, did she want him. Her fingers brushed through the hair at the nape of his neck and she kissed him again, trying to keep herself from repeating the sound.

Killian's tongue swiped across her bottom lip, asking entrance into her mouth that she gladly accepted. He had never imagined that breaking into her house and begging for a place to stay would result in her sitting astride his lap, rolling her hips and kissing him with more raw passion than he ever remembered finding in someone. And he had an excellent memory.

"Gods Emma," He groaned as she began to trail kisses down his throat, her teeth scraping against his Adam's Apple. She was going to be the death of him, he was certain of it. But he was more than willing to relinquish his control to her. In fact, he already had.

Emma tugged at his shirt before finally relenting and ripping the buttons from their seams, before shoving it down his shoulders so her hands could trail along his chest. She hated him. She hated him more than anyone else.

All because she hated herself more. He made her feel in ways she hadn't let herself in feel in eleven years and that was fucking terrifying. But here he was and here she was and all she could think about was being with him right now. She didn't even care about the after or the guilt that was going to happen, she needed him.

"These, off." She dipped her fingers beneath the waist band of his pants, pulling on them.

Killian groaned as he felt her slip off of him, the friction was gone and now all he felt was the desperation to have her back. He stood numbly, pulling the pants off as quickly as he could, his eyes glued to her face as she shed her own pants.

"Emma," He growled, catching her wrist with his hook and jerking her towards him. He steadied her with a hand to the small of her back as he let the momentum knock him back onto the sofa and bring her with him.

She laughed and he was certain that everything in the world smiled at that moment. But as quickly as that moment of brevity came it was gone as her lips assaulted hers again. The tension between them was at the breaking point and they were going to have to follow through with this right then or it was going to partially destroy them.

"Emma, love, up so I can have you." His voice was low and his eyes were clouded with lust.

Emma raised her hips off of his, her hands resting on his shoulders for support. Her nails bit into his skin, leaving in their wake crescent moons and red skin. His hook pressed against the curve of her hip as he used it to steady her hips as she lowered herself down onto him, taking him all in with one downward movement.

His head fell back against the sofa and he groaned something throaty that could have been her name, the same way her head fell forward as she familiarized herself with the feelings she was feeling. It had been over a year since she'd had sex with anyone and that sex hadn't even been this desperate. There had been no tension that needed to be resolved, no pressing need to have someone or die trying.

"Killian." She growled into his ear as she caught his earlobe between her teeth. Emma rose off of him and slammed back down, before finally finding a tempo that suited her downward drives and the arching angle his hips were thrusting at.

She'd said his name and he never wanted to hear Hook pass her lips again. He'd avoided Killian like the plague for three hundred years and now all he wanted was to hear Emma say it over and over again.

Emma's lips latched onto his, her tongue fighting against his as he slipped a hand between them. Her moan vibrated against his lips as her eyes screwed closed and she focused on the hypnotic pleasure that was his finger teasing her in tandem with their fast paced movements. She was there. Almost there.

Her back arched as her peak ripped through her body, her muscles tightening around him as he kept his hips angling upwards into her. Her release was enough to finally push him over the edge, loosing himself with a quiet roar of her name on his lips.

Emma bit down on her bottom lip as the final waves of her orgasm finally ceased, leaving her breathless and not-so-surprisingly in a much better move than she had been in prior to it. Killian craned his neck to press a kiss to her cheek as she slumped against his shoulder, trying to catch her breath.

"So can I stay?" He asked lazily, wrapping his arms around her. She fit perfectly in his arms and he tried, in vain, not to think about waking up in the middle of the night and reaching over for her. Because he wanted her like that and not just someone to fuck because they were pissed at each other or the world.

Emma groaned, warring with her mind as she thought through the idea of letting Hook crash in her house. "You're allowed the sofa, for a few weeks. That's it."

Killian grinned, petting his hand over her bare back. He'd said a similar thing to Milah once and a few weeks turned into nearly ten years. "I'll take it lass." He pressed a series of kiss along her jaw line, breathing in everything that was Emma Swan as he went. "You were bloody brilliant."

"Don't piss me off." She smirked at him, her hooded eyes meeting his.

"I do enjoy coded words." He tangled his fingers into her hair, pulling her in for another kiss. "So what was that all really about?"

"I hate you?" She offered with a quirked brow, repositioning herself on the sofa beside him, giving a little hiss as she pulled away from him. Between the bite marks on her shoulders, the almost bloody lips, and the ache between her legs she was going to be a mess tomorrow.

"Ah, you know what they say about love and hate don't you?" He smirked proudly, turning his head to face her.

"That they're not the same?" She offered, knowing full well what he was implying.

"In time." He patted her leg, giving her a smug and haughty expression. "I got what I wanted."

"Yeah," Emma retorted, crossing her arms self-consciously as she leaned down to pick up the remnants of her ripped bra and shirt. Ruined, completely ruined. Like her public image if this got out. "You get to stay here for a few weeks, you win."

Killian frowned, reaching out to catch her arm as she started to stand up. "I could care less if I'm staying or not." His brows creased together.

"Then what did-" She stopped as she met his surprisingly tender gaze. He didn't mean..? Did he? "Me?"


Emma swallowed shakily as she stared at him, "When you were talking about the beanstalk," Her lip trembled as she remembered that look in his eyes when she started to walk away.

"I'll tell you one thing that I've realized means more to me than the crocodile." He said with a sigh, trying to think of the right words to say. "As it was, up that beanstalk and away from anyone who could lead me astray with tempting offers at helping my revenge, I had a thought. That maybe, just maybe, this surprisingly gorgeous and frustrating woman before me was my match in more ways than I thought. But then she decided to lock me up because she was running from her past and I get it…"

"I'm so sorry." Emma said honestly, tucking her hair behind her ears. "I never meant to hurt like that I just assumed… Wrong. I thought that you were in it for yourself and you weren't really going to help."

"I'd have gone to Neverland and back if it meant you were getting your family back." He blinked, before closing his eyes with a heavy sigh. "Listen to me, sounding like a school boy."

"You were on my side."

"I'm still on your side, love." He whispered, toying with a loose strand of her hair. "I'll always be on your side Emma. Trust me on that."

"I don't know if I can." She said quietly, "Trust isn't that easy, to just hope for it and believe in it."

"Believe in this," Killian tilted her chin up and pressed a kiss to her lips. It wasn't like the previous, bruising kisses they'd doled out on each other. In fact it was one of the simplest yet monumental kisses she'd ever shared with someone. The kiss promised an overwhelming amount of unsaid words. Loyalty, adventure, passion, desire, protection, equality, understanding, patience.

Emma pulled back from the kiss and stared at him, breathless in a way that almost frightened her. "Ho- Killian.. I.."

"You don't have to say anything lass, I'm quite a patient man surprisingly. I'll be waiting for you to make a decision. Be it tomorrow or ten years from now." He followed her hands as she reached to take both his hand and his hook into her hands. A shiver ran up his spine at the sight of Emma pressing kisses to each knuckle and then to the curve of his hook.

"What the hell did I do to get this sort of admiration?"

"You tell me," He shrugged nonchalantly. "You lot pulled me out of under that dead man and I saw you." Killian waved his hand as if it meant nothing, despite the fact that the memory of seeing her standing there, with blond hair fluttering in the sunwashed breeze made his heart flutter.

Emma blinked, she knew that feeling – she knew what he was saying. Bringing her hands up to cradle his cheeks, she pressed her forehead to his. Her fingertips brushed over the stubble of his cheeks, laughing ever so softly at the strange irony of this moment. "From I fucking hate you sex to whatever this is."

"I believe they call this post-coital cuddling." Killian chuckled, turning his head to kiss her palm, brushing his lips carefully over the healing wound from the beanstalk. "Emma, Emma, Emma."

"Yes?" She questioned quietly, ignoring the butterflies that fluttered in her stomach at his gentle touch.

"I love a challenge."

"That's exactly why you're on the sofa for two weeks. Can't make you think you're going to keep getting the milk without buying the cow." Emma couldn't help but laugh at the stupid, dopey, grin he gave her at her jesting. "What's that look for?"

"I'd trade my damned ship for that cow." He gathered her in his arms and brought her to him so she was resting against his chest. "Just to show you what trust is."

Emma blinked as she looked at him, "I'm hardly worth the Jolly Roger, you still need a get out of dodge ship when something goes wrong."

Hook laughed, shaking his head. "You got a blanket around here?"

"Yes." Emma pulled out of his arms and leaned around the corner of the sofa to grab a fleece blanket, bringing it up onto the sofa with them. "What are you doing?"

He shook the blanket to unfold it, before sweeping it around both of them and tucking it behind them. "There, I'm protected now."

"You're an idiot." She rolled her eyes, curling close to him nevertheless. Where was the guilt she'd been so certain of? There was nothing there besides that swirling excitement that was a completely new part of her life. Killian had somehow wormed his way into her heart and she was certain he was going to worm his way into her bed tonight to. And maybe that was okay.