"Do you like the way that feels, Swan?" Killian rasped out in that husky voice that made Emma fall apart, his teeth nipping at Emma's ear lobe, taking in the small silver hoop earring and sucking gently. "Do you like the way I feel against you, love?"

Normally, Emma hated it whenever he spoke. But when things were like this, when he was moving like that, Emma needed to hear that lilted voice. She needed to hear that throaty Irish accent, needed to hear how she affected him when they were like this, pressed up against the door of his bedroom, far from any prying eyes.

Especially far from David, who would have beyond a conniption if he ever found out about their little arrangement.

"Fuck," Emma moaned out, tightening her legs around Killian's hips as he rutted against her center, feeling his hardness through his jeans.

Killian chuckled as his mouth planted kisses down to her neck and God did that do things to Emma. "How much do you want this? How badly do you want me inside of you, love?"

Normally, Emma hated the way he called her 'love,' as if she was all his when they both damn well knew that she was far from that. But God she couldn't get enough of it when they were in the midst of this, the tango that only their two bodies knew.

"Stop taunting me, Jones," Emma groaned out, digging her nails into Killian's bare back, dragging them down the muscles she had traced so many times before.

Killian planted an open-mouthed kiss on her neck and Emma's breathing became heavier and holy hell she needed him now. "Patience is a virtue."

Emma brought her mouth to Killian's ear, nipping at it gently and reveling in the way Killian's breathing hitched and how his hands gripped her thighs even tighter. "Fuck patience. Get inside me now."

And there was that chuckle again as he whispered, "As you wish," against Emma's throat, pulling her from the door and gently tossing her onto his queen-sized bed, a bed that Emma had become intimately familiar with.

Emma swiftly undid her buckle and Killian tugged her jeans off, throwing them across the room to God-knows-where, and slid two fingers past her black, lacy underwear (and no, she did not wear them for him-they never dressed only for each other because that would mean there were feelings and complications and that means things would need to end) and into her warm heat.

"You are so wet, darling," Killian said, that predatory grin bright in the darkness of his room. "I think all of this sneaking around turns you on."

Emma bit her bottom lip, digging her fingers into the sheets of his bed and gasping at the way Killian's fingers moved inside of her, like he memorized the exact movements that made her gasp and writhe beneath him. "Jones, I swear to God-"

"Patience, love," Killian said lowly, leaning down and pressing a kiss just above her belly button. "It's been a while and I would like to take my time."

And that was no good for Emma. No, taking time means making love and that means feelings and that means broken rules and no more arrangement and no more seeing Killian move above her and making her see God.

"Please," Emma pleaded and she hated it whenever she begged, but God dammit, she needed him now. Even if it had only been three days since their last meeting.

Killian smirked that deadly smile and pulled his fingers from her wetness, slowly sticking them into his mouth and sucking on them, making a show for her because that asshole knew how much that turned her on. Without taking his eyes off of Emma, Killian reached over to the nightstand beside Emma's head and reached inside the top drawer, grabbing a condom (because that was the number one rule of their arrangement). Emma sat up, pushing down Killian's boxer briefs, springing his hard length free. She took him in her hand, gently pumping him as he ripped open the wrapper. Emma smirked as she heard his hard breathing and nibbled on her bottom lip when he met eyes with her, his dark blue meeting her dark jade.

God, she couldn't get enough of that hungry gaze.

Killian rolled the condom on, his gaze not leaving hers. Emma should've been shaken by the intimacy of the moment, but it didn't bother her.

And that should've fucking terrified her.

"Turn around, love," Killian growled as he fit the condom over his length and it sent shivers down Emma's spine.

Emma bit her bottom lip as she turned around, propping herself on her hands and knees. She felt Killian shift behind her, his erection nudging at her entrance, continuing to tease her like it was his sole purpose in life. Emma gripped the sheets in her hands tightly, preparing herself for the pounding she knew was coming.

"How badly do you want this, Swan?" Killian groaned out as his tip entered her, Emma gasping from the intrusion. "How badly do you want me fucking you?"

Emma moaned at his accent, rough and thick with desire, and pushed her hips back toward him, his thick cock filling her more and Jesus Christ she needed more. "You already know the answer to that."

Killian chuckled and it made Emma shake with anticipation. "I want to hear you say it."

Emma gulped and felt her breathing get heavier at his voice, filled with lust and want. "I want you inside of me now, Jones."

Killian clicked his tongue at Emma, nudging a little further inside and Emma gasped, gripping the sheets even tighter. "You didn't say the magic word."

"Please," Emma rasped out, shocked at how her own voice sounded.

Killian chuckled darkly and thrust his full length inside of her, not even allowing time for her to adjust before pulling out and slamming back into Emma. Emma moaned, arching her back to allow Killian to fill her deeper and biting into a pillow to muffle her sounds, not wanting to alarm any neighbors, which was much easier said than done.

"Let go of the pillow. I want to hear you," Killian grunted out, his fingers digging into Emma's hips as he pulled her closer to him, his cock filling her deeper.

His hips bucked against hers and Emma released the pillow from her mouth, moaning into the empty bedroom. Killian's hands tightened around her hips, telling Emma that he was just as affected by her sounds as she was by the sounds of skin slapping against skin and his low groaning.

"Touch yourself for me," Killian said, his voice raspy and thick with lust and God Emma loved it when he sounded like that.

Emma reached down her sweat-slicked body and found her bundle of nerves, gently rubbing against it in time with Killian's strong thrusts. Emma didn't realize how close she was until she was touching herself, but now she could feel her climax building, slowly but surely. Emma tightened herself around Killian's cock and he moaned loudly in response, causing him to start thrusting faster.

Oh God, Emma could feel the climax barreling toward her.

"Fuck," Emma keened, her universal sign for being close to that golden-tipped peak.

"Come for me," Killian asked-well, more like begged, as his left hand released Emma's hip and wrapped itself around Emma's hair.

Damn Killian for knowing exactly what Emma needed to find her release.

Emma came hard around Killian's cock, tightening around him and gasping for air. Killian tugged harder on Emma's long, blonde tresses and Emma clawed at the bed below her, trying to keep herself from flying in the ecstasy she was feeling.

"I'm getting close," Killian groaned out.

Emma looked over her shoulder as she came down from her high and saw Killian with his head thrown back, his eyes shut tightly as his thrusts quickened, chasing his own release. She couldn't get enough of how he looked when he was on the cusp of coming, just right on the edge. She could tell that Killian was holding back while Emma rode her climax; their arrangement may not be entirely proper, but Killian always made sure Emma finished first.

Killian looked back down at met eyes with Emma, not even a hint of blue showing, his eyes dark with desire. Emma nibbled on her bottom lip as her hips met thrust for thrust with Killian's and Killian's hand tightened in her hair. Emma continued bucking her hips back toward Killian and she saw him close his eyes again, telling Emma that he was right there.

Emma pushed her hips one last time against his and she heard him gasp and curse over and over again as his seed spilled into the condom. Emma collapsed her head on the pillow below her as Killian released her hips and gently pulled out of her warm heat. Emma gasped at the sudden emptiness and cold that filled her as Killian moved off of the bed and over to the trash can by the door. Emma flipped over and sat on the bed, admiring the view she had of Killian's bare ass (she couldn't stop herself-that man was attractive and it was unfair).

"See something you like, Swan?" Killian asked, his voice still gravelly from their activities.

"You damn well know that I do," Emma responded, smirking as Killian looked over his shoulder at her.

Emma quickly moved from the bed, gathering her things from the floor (and how the hell did her bra land over there?) and quickly getting dressed. Since their activities were over, Emma had to head out, according to the rules of their arrangement (can't spend time alone together if they aren't fucking).

"What's your story this time?" Killian asked as he walked over to his dresser and grabbed a pair of gray sweatpants.

"Library," Emma responded, buttoning her jeans and doing her buckle. "As always."

Killian chuckled, which did things to Emma (even when they weren't fucking, her body betrayed her attraction to him-even if she hated his guts).

(That's the entire reason why they made this arrangement in the first place).

"Better make sure you keep those grades up then. If you start failing, David's gonna get curious," Killian said, that smirk on his face.

Emma rolled her eyes as she pulled her white t-shirt on over her head. "My grades are fine, thank you very much. I'll see you around, Jones."

"See ya, Swan," Killian responded as Emma walked out of the bedroom and into the living area, finding her black boots and slipping them on. "Until next time."

Emma glanced up and smiled. "Until next time."

"'Bout time you got home," David called from the couch as Emma shut the door behind her, making her freeze in place. She wasn't expecting David to be home when she returned from her rendezvous with Killian; she was expecting David to be over at Mary Margaret's apartment, just as he always was nowadays. "I was about to go over to the library myself and look for you."

Emma furrowed her eyebrows as she dropped her purse on the kitchen counter. "How'd you know I was at the library?"

"Aren't you always at the library?" David asked, looking over his shoulder from the couch.

Emma shrugged.

If he only knew.

"I got homework to do. I can't do shit here 'cause you and Mary Margaret are nauseating," Emma responded truthfully, walking over to the couch and plopping beside her brother (he may not be blood, but he is her brother).

David rolled his eyes as he looked back to his football. "Oh shut up, we're adorable."

Emma rolled her eyes in response (and this is why people actually think they're related).

"So, what do you wanna do tonight?" Emma asked David, curling her legs up to her on the couch.

David shrugged. "I dunno. Killian's got plans with other people."

Oops.

Emma stifled a chuckle because she was the other people.

But she did chuckle at the sound of envy in her brother's tone.

"Are you jealous?" Emma asked, taunting her roommate.

David huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. "No.

And Emma cackled loudly into the small apartment. "What, is little David jealous that Killy has friends?"

David furrowed his eyebrows as he looked over at Emma. "Killy? You always call him 'Jones' or 'douchebag.'"

Emma shrugged nonchalantly (she still had never called Killian by his first name-that would mean she actually cared). "What? I know his name. I'm not an idiot. And, you forgot a name: 'asshole.'"

"Ah yes. My mistake," David joked, laughing under his breath. "And you shouldn't curse; it isn't ladylike."

"Fuck you, I'm not ladylike anyways," Emma responded as she pushed herself off of the couch, walking toward the bathroom. "I'm taking a shower. Order some pizza while I'm in there. I'm starving."

She did burn a lot of calories that day.

As Emma stepped into the shower, letting the hot water trickle down her back to wash away the sweat and secrets of her tryst with Killian. This had been her routine for the past month, whenever her and Killian met up and had their way with each other. Usually, David was gone whenever she returned and that made things easier. She was always a little nervous that David would be able to smell the sex on her.

He'd done it before.

Emma wasn't lying when David would have a royal freak out if he ever found out about the two of them being fuck buddies. For all David knew, Emma hated Killian with a burning passion. For all David knew, Emma still thought of his best friend as one of the most obnoxious people she had ever met. For all David knew, Emma couldn't stand to be around Killian.

And for the most part it was true. Emma did still hate Killian. But, she just liked fucking him too.

It had all started at David's birthday celebration, where they all sat at a nearby bar and got unbelievably shit-faced. Mary Margaret, ever the responsible one, took David home after his tenth shot of Fireball and that left Killian and Emma together at the bar, only surrounded by strangers. Emma was drunk enough where she wasn't bothered by Killian's quips and innuendos; in fact, they had only turned her on.

So when Killian had invited her for a cup of coffee at a diner down the street, in her drunken stupor, Emma gladly said yes . They sat together, drinking black-as-their-soul coffee, and just talked. Of course, Emma hadn't really paid too much attention to what Killian was saying-she was too entranced by his too-blue eyes and his ginger beard and his black-as-night hair. That's why she couldn't stop herself from kissing him deeply, right there in the diner.

And, well, it only took another ten minutes before they were in Emma's apartment (thankfully Mary Margaret had taken David to her own place) and plopping into her bed, fucking into oblivion. And when Emma awoke in the morning, remembering everything from the past night, she decided that this was something that she did not want to live without. So, she proposed the arrangement to Killian and he promptly accepted it with a promise of a second round before David returned to the apartment.

And that was how it was: Killian coming over when David was at Mary Margaret's place (which was a lot) and Emma going over to Killian's apartment whenever David decided to have his fiancée over to their place.

Nothing could possibly go wrong with it.

If only Emma knew.