Hi lovelies! So here is the last part to this story! I really want to say thank you to all of you who read this story that was supposed to be three parts only and that I honestly thought nobody would read, and that I wrote because I wanted to write it too much. I hope you like the ending to this, and this chapter is RATED M, for mature content (smut)

Also thanks to all of you amazing people who reviewed, followed and added this story to their favorites, it really warms my heart!

Thanks to Nicki ( oncertwice )for her usual enthusiasm for this story and chapter.

Her limbs felt heavy and numb. She didn't remember falling asleep or anything, the only thing that she remembered was Killian on top of her, his lips on hers as he kissed her fervently as if she was the air he needed to breathe.

He gave her the impression that she actually meant something more to him, maybe she did. She wanted more than anything to let herself succumb to his touch, especially when his fingers were teasing her that way, to finally find out how he was in bed, if he was as good as he seemed to look. That's when she remembered Milah, and the endless list of girls that had shared his bed. She couldn't do it. She couldn't be another woman he bedded to add to his list, even though she knew he didn't have such a list, but still.

She then remembered that she was also seeing someone. Even if she wasn't in love with him, she did kind of like him, and couldn't let herself to betray the affection he had for her. She fell asleep crying while thinking about all of this mess, her feelings for Killian, how he felt above her, and the wrecked look he cast her when she told him it was a mistake, and the hurt when she told him she couldn't be just another of his conquest.

Emma managed to sit at the edge of her bed and actually wondered if she could spent the rest of her life barricaded in her bedroom. She rubbed her eyes that had swollen with all of her late night crying, and sighed heavily before gaining the courage to walk out of her room, and hopefully she wouldn't bump into him. She adjusted her robe as she venture herself in the apartment and went to the bathroom. The cold water on her face managed to wake her up a bit and make her ready to face the day ahead of her. She had the day off and had planned on spending the day at home doing nothing but with the recent developments in her personal life, she now wanted to spend her day far away from here.

The plan was to grab something quick to eat, change clothes and find somewhere, anywhere, to spend the day. Her feet stopped when she entered the kitchen and saw Killian at the counter, preparing something. He turned his head around when he heard her come in and she noticed the dark circles under his eyes. Apparently she wasn't the only one who didn't manage to sleep last night. She felt herself blush as his eyes settled on her and turned around to go back to her room.

"Emma wait!" He told her the moment she turned around. His voice was vulnerable and tired. "You can't keep avoiding me. Sooner or later we'll have to talk about this." He was right, she couldn't keep running away from him, even though the urge was very strong. She bit her lower lip anxiously and turned around to face him. He look a bit relieved seeing that she was still there.

They both stood there a bit awkwardly while Emma tried to avoid his gaze. Killian cleared his throat and closed the space between them, making her more and more nervous. Her heart was already beating at a fast pace and it increased making her cheeks flush when he took her hands in his. She managed to lift her eyes, and locking it with his.

"I know that last night you freaked out with what happened and think it's a mistake and …"

"It was." She refuted as she cut him out.

"Do you regret what happened?" She gulped as she saw the way he was looking it her. She wanted to say no, but couldn't let him know, afraid of being hurt. She was about to reply, but this time he was the one to interrupt her.

"I don't. I don't regret it all. You are the most important person in my life. I have been blind and I have been acting like a complete jerk with you lately, and that is because I had come to realize how much I love you." Killian paused, waiting for her to react. Emma huffed as she looked away from him, trying to lessen the impact of his words.

"I know you love me, Killian, you've always told me, and I love you too. But that's it. You love me like a friend, like family." Her brows furrowed when she saw him shake his head.

"It's more than that. You know it's more than that. I am in love you." His face was now inches from hers, his eyes reflecting the love he was professing to her. She searched his eyes wanting to know if it was true, convinced that it was only a dream.

"But… what about Milah?" She breathed out.

"A mere distraction. I was trying to forget those feelings I have for you, afraid of what they may do to our friendship. But I realized, I don't care as long as I have you in my life."

Emma felt tears tingling in her eyes, overwhelmed by his confession. She let out a small laugh as her hands went to cup his cheeks, her forehead resting on his. She felt his body relax, letting out a sigh of relief. His hands went to circle her waist, bringing her chest closer to his. She tilted her head a bit, their lips seeking the other.

The kiss started slow as they both tried to convince themselves that it was happening. Killian gained more and more confidence as the kiss grew passionate, and pushed Emma's back on the nearest wall. Her hands moved from his cheeks to the nape of his neck, fingers running through his thick dark brown hair.

Killian's hands went to work on the sash of her robe, revealing her clothed body underneath it. His hands went to circle her waist once again, but this time under her camisole wanting to feel her skin. She moaned when she felt his body press on hers, his strong hands caressing her bare back. It all felt so right, as if they were always meant to do this. It all flowed easily, naturally, the intensity and pace of their kiss, the way they moved together. And they were only making out, she could not wait to see how it would be in bed. Probably amazing she thought.

They broke the kiss after a while, both panting and in need of air. His nose brushed hers, while his hand caressed her cheek. She smiled at the tender touch, and still couldn't believe that she was in Killian arms. Not that that she had never been in his arms, giving each other hugs and staying in that position was something very recurrent for them. But this, this was a whole other level of affectionate gesture. Her hands caressed his neck as she pushed them down to his strong shoulders. Killian leaned forward for another kiss, but Emma stopped him with a gentle touch of her hands on his chest.

"Wait" She whispered into his neck. His glance went to hers, apprehension on his face. She couldn't blame after the way she acted the previous night and again earlier.

"Don't you want this?" He managed to ask anxiously.

"I do. I really do, it's just that I'm still Walsh and you Milah. It's just wrong to do this if we are still seeing other people."

"Well, I already broke things off with Milah." He timidly confessed. Emma looked at him surprised, wondering how and when. The question must have been written all over her face since his cheeks went red and told her what happened.

"After Regina and Robin's engagement party. I realized after our discussion there, that I couldn't deny my feelings for you anymore. So I decided to end it." She smiled hearing him say that. So she wasn't crazy, they did share a moment that night.

Emma looked up at him with a shy smile, his eyes fixed on hers. She couldn't believe that all this time he had a thing for her, that they both were too blinded by their own fears and insecurities, making them distance themselves from each other. Their lips sought each other for a tender kiss that lasted a moment before they released the grasp they had on the other.

Her hands were lying flat on his chest while his were still resting on her hips under her robe.

"If you don't mind, I need to talk to Walsh before anything happens. Okay?" She saw Killian cringe at the mention of the other man in her life, and she couldn't blame, since that's what she probably looked like every time somebody mentioned his now ex-girlfriend. He nodded pensively at her question, earning a small from her. She cupped his cheeks and raised herself on the tip of her toes and gave him a quick little peck on his lips.

"I won't be too long. I'll be back in a bit." Emma reassured him as she went to her room and went to get dressed so she could go see Walsh.

-/-

After she had left to see him, Killian wandered around the apartment with a huge grin. He still couldn't believe what had happened, that Emma and him might actually stand a chance on being together, share more than just the amazing friendship that they already have. He then got a bit nervous thinking about when Emma will come back. What would they do? It was still a uncertain and new territory for them. He now knew she liked him more than a friend but wasn't sure on how he should act with her.

Half an hour later he received a text from her telling him that she'll be back for supper. Apparently Tink had contacted her and told her that they should meet this afternoon so they could talk about their bridesmaid task. He now had all afternoon to decide what to do when se would come back. His eyes widened when an idea struck him, and went to his room in haste and got himself dressed before leaving the apartment to get the things he needed.

-/-

The sun had settled down, now the streets only lit by the moonlight and lamppost. It had taken her more time than she expected to get her affairs in order. She initially went over at Walsh to end things with him, the conversation going down surprisingly well. He had told her that he suspected that there might be something between her and Killian and not to worry about him. They were only casually dating.

She left his place feeling a bit lighter, her stomach filled with butterflies as she thought of Killian waiting for her at their apartment. She wouldn't deny that she was anxious about whatever was between them. They were both crossing that barrier that would change things forever, either for the better or the worst. She was confident enough in their friendship that it would be for the best, but she couldn't help to have that twinge of fear that it could end badly.

Before she could ponder on that matter too much, she received a text from Tink asking her to meet her and the girls as soon as possible that afternoon to make a list of their ask as bridesmaids. That is how she spent the rest of the afternoon, with the girls in a coffee house talking about Regina's upcoming wedding. It wasn't that she didn't like her friends, but with the recent development with her roommate, the only thing she wanted was to go back to her place and explore that new ground a bit further.

Her friends noticed that she was distracted, and eventually ended up asking her what was on her mind, making her spill the beans on the very recent new romantic relationship in her life. They bombarded her with questions to which she didn't knew the answer but could only be hopful on a positive and happy outcome. The girls eventually had exhausted all the possible question they could ask her (for now) and after a couple of cups of cocoa she finally walked over to her place.

Emma's stomach was suddenly filled with butterflies, the newness of letting her feelings for him run freely overwhelming her a bit. She stood in front of her apartment door for a bit, trying to gather some of her senses and cool, letting out a shaky breath as she took out her keys and unlocked the door. The moment she entered the apartment, she heard some rock music coming out from the kitchen mixed with Killian's voice singing along with the song that was playing, and the scent of food being cooked making it's way to her nose. She took off her coat and boots and walked over to the room where Killian was. She saw him grating some cheese, his head moving up and down at the rythym of the music as he sang.

Emma leaned over the doorframe, watching him continue his show completely oblivious of her presence. She smiled watching him and all she could think about right now was that she loved him, she really did. Killian then tried to sing a high note, trying to match the singers voice, but failed miserably which made her laugh. He lifted his head up and saw her, his face instantly going red.

"I didn't hear you come in." He told her, putting down the block of cheese on the counter and went to lower the volume of the music.

She walked over the counter, and grab the cheese and resumed his task. He walked over to stand next to her, and she could feel herself tense up at his closeness, wondering what the hell to do or not to do. They had kissed this morning, very passionately might she add, but it still wasn't all that clear what this was.

Should she give him a quick peck on the cheek or on the lips? Or not?

She glimpsed at him stanting next to her, and saw the same battle in his eyes and in the way he was holding himself. He meet her eyes, and they both started to laugh, due to the awkwardness and giddiness of this new step in their relationship. The laughter made hem both release some of the tension they were carrying, making them both a bit more relaxed.

"I, uh…" Killian trailed off, the tip of his fingers scratching the back of his ear. "This is awkward." He finally said, Emma nodding to his comment.

"It is. I mean, this is all new to us." Killian hummed and took a deep breath before asking her the question she felt he had been dying to ask her.

"How did things go with Walsh?" She knew he tried too look nonchalant, but she could see the eagerness in his eyes to know what happened.

"Good. It went very smoothly." She told him reassuringly, her hand going to caress his that was resting on the counter. His eyes looked at their hands joint together and then locked his gaze with hers.

"So, it's over?" He asked her a bit more confidently and started to close the space between them. She felt her body warm up more and more, anticipation coiling inside her.

"Yeah." She breathed out, followed by a 'good' on his part and then his lips were on hers.

Emma let go of the piece of food she was holding, and turned around so she could face him properly. Her hands went curl behind his neck and tilted her head to the side wanting to deepen the kiss. Killian groaned when she did, his hands going to caress the curve of her backside, before squeezing it, making her yelp in surprise. A deep chuckle came out from his mouth as he lifted her up on the kitchen counter.

He settled himself between her legs, and she instantly wrapped her legs around him pulling him closer to her center. She felt the bulge in his pants getting bigger and press itself on her, the sensation making her wanting for more. She leaned her head backwards while she arched back, granting him access to her neck and pushing her breasts forward. He groaned as he saw her exposing herself as such to him, his lips not wasting time to latch to the skin under her jaw. His hand went to graze her shoulder, slowly going down until he cupped one of her breasts. Emma moaned as he started fondle her nipple through the material of her shirt.

"Bed?" She panted as he continued kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin of her neck.

"Yours or mine?" He replied his voice laced with lust. He rolled his hips towards her center, the action making her moan.

"Mine...it's closer." She managed to say between the whimpers that left her mouth. She is taken by surprise when he lifts her up again and walks over to her room, his lips never leaving her skin. She tightens the grip of her legs around him, and of her hands around his neck.

The walk to her room is a bit awkward, Killian bumping on some furniture and almost making her fall down. He manages to bring her to her bed without injury, Emma crawling near her bedpost, his lustful eyes following her every move. Not used on having him look at her like that, she feels her cheeks warming up even more that they already were.

Killian crawls over her body, his lips and hands trying to tough every inch of her body, making her lose her mind with all the attention he was giving her. And they haven't even started doing anything and they were still fully clothed. She felt her heat clench at the thought of when things will actually start to heat up.

He must have read her mind, or that's what she thought, because moment later he was tugging her shirt up, his mouth on her laced covered breast, biting on her nipple. She arched her back, her nails scratching his scalp as he continued teasing her.

Killian pushed his hips into the mattress trying to relieve some of the tension that had built down there as he trailed his mouth lower and lower until he peppered the skin under her navel. His fingers went to work on the buttons of her jeans before pushing them down with her panties.

He straightened himself as he tossed her pants across the room, his eyes taking in the sight before him. Emma felt suddenly very self-conscious, realizing that Killian, her best friend, was now looking at her naked body (well, except for her chest, but still). There was no turning back now. That was for sure.

"It's not fair. You're still fully clothed." Emma pouted teasingly while he cast her a lopsided grin.

"I'm all yours." He told her as he raised his arms in surrender. Emma raised her body up so she could reach the hem of his shirt, and grazed the skin of his stomach as she got rid of his Nirvana shirt. She felt him shiver under her touch, his breathing getting heavier, just like hers.

They were both on their knees, her hands exploring his bare chest. She had seen his chest covered with his dark hair countless times, and but never looked directly at his chest, knowing that it would do things to her, and was not ready to deal with all these emotions at the time. Now she did, and she could not wait to feel his hot skin on hers. Her fingers caressed his skin with a feather light touch, exploring his pecs, feeling his abs and following the trail that led under his straining pants. She looked up at him, her eyes seeking his permission. His lips were parted, his blue eyes pouring so much intensity that it made her hands tremble as she unbuckled his belt.

He swallowed hard when she started unbuttoning his pants, pushing them down until his cock sprang free, a sigh of relief leaving his lips when she curled her hand around him. Emma's eyes were fixed on him, watching how his thick eyebrows furrowed, his eyes closing and mouth parting as she increased the pace of her hand on him.

"Emma, you need to stop." He begged her as his hips started to push forward into her hand. "It won't last long if you keep doing this." His hand went to her back, unhooking her bra. She released him as she slid the strap of her bra down her arm.

"I thought that you had more stamina than that." She teased him, before capturing his lips in a hungry kiss, sliding her tongue between his parted lips. He gripped one hand on her hips, until her skin turned white under his fingers, the other tangling itself in her hair. He broke the kiss and laid his hands on her shoulders.

"Lay down." His voice commanding and hoarse, sent a shiver down her spine as he placed his head between her parted legs. "You'll regret saying that I have no stamina Swan." He leaned over, kissing her slit tenderly, before darting his tongue out and licking the length of her folds. The small touch made her eyes roll, and she seriously wondered how she'll get through it without completely losing control.

Hands on his hair to keep him in place, she squirmed her body and legs as he continued to pleasure her with his tongue. She felt his fingers nudging her entrance, his tongue now swirling around her clit and sucking on the nub, as he thrust two fingers inside her. Emma grabbed her pillow and bit on it to muffle an embarrassingly loud moan, as he curled his fingers perfectly and stimulating the very sensitive spot inside her.

"It's just you and me here, let me hear you." He said in a low, husky voice while his fingers kept the maddening pace that was making her reach quickly her release. Her body shot forward when he added his thumb on her bundle of nerve, drawing small circles, the action making her tumble over the edge.

Killian straightened himself and got rid of the rest of his pants as he watched her come down from her orgasm, her breast moving as she panted, a sheen of sweat making her skin glow. He felt his cock twitch seeing her like that, her eyelids heavy, her emerald eyes black with lust, and her golden hair falling down her back.

She quickly regained her senses and pulled him in for a kiss, tasting herself on him and pushed him down, and told him to sit, his back to her headboard. Emma straddled his lap, and started to sway her heat over his length teasing him.

"Do you always use protection?" She asked him between kisses.

"Aye, always." Her hand went to grab his shaft and pumped him a bit before lining his member. She kissed once more, whispering 'good' before she sunk herself on him, earning them both a loud moan.

"Fuck. You feel so good." She breathed out, a bit shakily, her hands on his shoulders as she pulled herself up a bit before pushing down. Killian's hands were resting on her hips to steady her while she continued to riding him.

"Oh, Emma. Just like that, don't stop." He whimpered, his head hitting her headboard. He pushed his hips upwards when she pushed down, hitting that spot again. They both moved together, crashing their lips together in a forceful kiss muffling the sounds of their pleasure.

Killian's arms went around her, hugging her tightly their chest pressed together, his lips trailing down her neck. Emma sensed he was getting closer and pulled his head up with both her hands, wanting to see him fall apart under her. She moved her hand between them, her fingers rubbing that sensible spot above where they were joined. His hips stilled as he came inside her, a groan escaping his lips as he did so. She followed him seconds later, her forehead resting on his. They kissed each other languidly, Emma still not moving away from his lap, enjoying the afterglow of their coupling.

They finally untangled themselves, Killian taking the box of tissue that was on her end table and took some in his hands before giving them to Emma. When they finished cleaning themselves, they laid back on her bed, her head resting on his chest, his hand caressing her shoulder.

"So, I think it's safe to say that we are now officially more than friends." Emma said a bit awkwardly, not knowing exactly what to say after having sex with your childhood friend, and roommate.

"That we are." He chuckled, making her raise her head a bit so she could look at him.

"Are we really doing this? Me and you?" She asked him, still not believing fully that that's where they were now. In a romantic relationship, Killian her best friend, the man that slept around with a different girl every night, a man who claim to love her more than she thought she could possibly be loved.

"Only if you want to. I love you, Emma Swan. I always have and always will. My heart is yours and only yours." Tears prickled at the corner of her eyes as she heard him say those words. She leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss on his lips.

"I love you too." He smiled widely at her, clearly happy hearing her express her feelings for him.

They managed to leave the comfort and warmth of her bed, and Killian managed to finish making the mac and cheese he had planned on making her for supper, which they unexpectedly skipped for something else. The rest of the night went by as they usually did, tucked under a blanket watching a movie together. The only difference being that a few items of clothes were missing (if there were any), and their hands ventured into flirtatious touches under the covers all throughout the evening and late into the night.

The next morning, Emma woke up late, feeling sore in all the right places. She looked around and saw her bed empty, and wondered where Killian might be. She wondered if he did as he usually did with the girls he brought home: watching TV or playing a video game. She was about to get out of her bed when he suddenly appeared at her door with a tray in hands. Rubbing her still sleepy eyes, she realized that her boyfriend (she doesn't know if she'll ever get used to saying it, but she thinks she might) was bringing her breakfast in bed, the tray filled with all of her favourite things.

Killian pecked a kiss on her cheek and settled himself next to her. She really thought she could get used to having her best friend as her boyfriend, especially if he greeted her like this.