Hello lovelies! I hope everyone had a lovely New Year's eve! I'm posting my first story of 2015 and I decided to start with a new multi-chapter CS au. I really had fun writing this chapter, and I really can't wait to explore more of this story! A big thanks as usual to Nicki- oncertwice, for her huuuuuuuuuuuuge help with this story and reassuring me that it doesn't suck.

Read and enjooy!


This day couldn't come to an end fast enough. Killian Jones already had a lifetime of bad days to his account, but today made every other bad day look like a walk in the park.

It was his wedding day, the day that would unite him and his college girlfriend, Milah, forever.

He had fallen for her charms – her feisty personality and thirst for adventure – when he was only nineteen, and now, ten years later, he still saw her as if she was his whole world. Not only that, but she was undeniably beautiful with her long, brown, wavy hair that adorned the classical beauty that held her features.

Her light blue eyes always shone with excitement and the awe they carried when he had asked her hand in marriage. The past year was thrilling as they'd both brainstormed and planned every little detail of their wedding. Since he had no family, (his brother long gone as he filled his duty to the navy back in England) he had agreed with her request to set the location of their most important day as a couple in her hometown of Storybrooke.

Now, here he was, sitting at the counter of this bar, the Rabbit Hole, drowning his sorrows in a glass of rum.

Well, actually, more than one.

His bowtie was now long undone, his jacket draped over the back of the stool next to him, his hair a mess as he constantly ran his hand through it.

He sighed as he finished the last drop of his drink, and his eyes made contact with the bartender as he waved his hand at him so he would refill his tumbler. His eyes were fixed on the counter as he ruminated, wondering what the bloody hell went wrong. He cared about Milah and she seemed to care about him, made each other laugh, she was always pushing him to better himself, challenging him, and, the sex, well, it was good. Very good. He rubbed his face with one hand as he felt desperation invade him.

The stool next to him made a sound as it scratched against the floor. He then felt a body settle onto it.

Killian didn't turn around, not wanting to talk to anyone right know, as he preferred brooding alone. The person next to him ordered their drink. The feminine voice intrigued him, so he decided to glance quickly at her.

A long-haired blonde sat next to him, wearing a fitted red leather jacket and a pair of skinny jeans. She glanced quickly at him, too, and he noticed the beautiful emerald eyes she had and was blown away by her beauty.

He cast her a small smile and turned back to stare at his hands as they held his glass of rum. They both stayed in silence for a while, until he heard her curse at the plasma-screen TV behind the counter as she banged a fist on the bar. She was clearly a fan of American football. Her reaction made him laugh despite his miserable mood. He felt the woman turn her head around and glare at him.

"Are you laughing at my misery?" She asked him with a stern voice, but Killian could hear the teasing tone hidden beneath. "My team is losing."

"Can you blame me? You're screaming over American football. It isn't even real football. If you were screaming over the real thing, then perhaps I could sympathize with you." He quipped back and saw her raise an eyebrow, the corner of her lips tugging upwards. Clearly she wasn't used to having people argue with her.

"You're talking about those skinny guys runnning around like idiots a field trying to kick the ball?"

" , my dear, is the real football. And it's better than those blokes who run so they can end up piled on top of each other." With that said he lifted his glass and took another sip as he heard her petulant reply.

"Let's agree to disagree." She mimicked him, and took her glass of whiskey and sipped from it before turning back to him. " So tell me, did you run out of caviar at your party?"

Killian looked at her confused by her inquiry, and she seemed to have noticed, giving a curt nod to his ensemble before looking back to his face. "Your tux."

"Oh that." His voice was devoid of excitement. "Today was my wedding day."

"Congratulations. Care to tell me what you're doing here if it's your wedding night?" The blonde asked him, turning her upper body around so she could face him, her left arm resting on the counter.

"I got left at the altar." He told her bluntly, as he raised the tumbler to his lips. The blonde looked at him stunned, her mouth parted, clearly not knowing how to answer him.

"I'm...I'm sorry."

Killian smiled softly at her, touched by the sincerity in her apology. "No need to be sorry, lass. You didn't know."

"Emma. My name is Emma."

His eyes locked on with hers before he looked down at the hand she was handing him. "Killian," He replied as he grasped her small, soft hand in a handshake.

With the official introductions made, Killian spent the rest of his wedding night talking with Emma, as she was clearly determined to keep him company. It wasn't out of pity for his situation or his broken heart. It was genuine and sincere sympathy she had for his misfortune.

As the alcohol made its way into his system, he slowly, but not completely, started to forget his about his day. The feisty blonde next to him was a good distraction, not only because of her beauty, but because she was smart, interesting and entertaining. She was able to keep up with him as he drank, and she consistently tried to have the last word, which he liked. It spiced things up.

As the evening progressed, they neared the closing time of the Rabbit Hole, and Killian was dreading the moment he would have to go back to his hotel room, the honeymoon suite, the place where he and Milah were meant to spend their wedding night, alone.

"So, where are you staying?" Emma asked him as they walked out of the bar and into the parking lot.

"Ugh, at the Enchanted, in the nuptial suite." He told her with a cringe, which earned him a sad smile from her, her hand resting on his forearm.

"I'm sorry, I should've known."

"Stop apologizing. It's not your fault, it's hers." The last word came out laced with venom, as he finally let himself succumb to the frustration of what Milah had done to him.

"Can I do something to make you feel better?"

He raised his eyebrows at her, wondering what she had in mind. Her voice came out sultry and, if he dare say, seductive. There was a telling glint in her green eyes, which made him lick his lips as he wondered if he could really do what he thought she was implying.

"What do you have in mind?" He closed the space between them, walking over to her and only stopping when their chests almost touched.

"Well, it is your wedding night. I can make you forget, show you a good time if you want." Her eyes were fixed on his lips as her hands caressed his arms, and Killian felt a shiver run down his spine.

He almost felt that doing this would be cheating, but he knew he wasn't, he was the one who got left at the altar, and the opportunity that Emma was offering to him was quite tempting. She was beautiful and sexy, and he was sure that he would have a good time with her.

He leaned in, their noses brushing softly as their lips touched for a subtle kiss. Killian felt her arms go up his, until her hands reached his neck, her fingers raking his scalp as she tilted her head to deepen the kiss.

He let her guide him for a moment before the rush of lust she was giving him was too much and grabbed her hips as he flushed their bodies together as his lips matched her hungry need. She suddenly pushed him back, just enough so she could catch her breath, forehead pressed on his.

If that was the fun she was talking about, Killian was definitely on board as he was already addicted to her touch and taste.

"Where do you want to go?" He asked his voice breathy.

"I say we take advantage of that suite and I will make your night worth it."

With that said, Killian felt his trousers get tighter with the promise she was giving him. Emma grabbed his hand and led him to a yellow bug he assumed was hers.

The ride to the hotel was short, which was good, considering that now the only thought that was going through his mind was to tear those clothes off the beautiful siren next to him.

She parked around the corner, determined not to use the parking lot of the hotel. The walk to their destination was filled with light touches and quick glances that held the excitement of what was to come.

The second they reached the elevator, safe from prying eyes, Killian crashed his lips on hers as he pushed her into one of the four walls of the lift. She moaned into the kiss as she lifted one leg and curled it around his waist, making his straining erection press into her. The kiss was hungry, teeth clacking together, nibbling at each other until their lips were red and swollen.

When the elevator alerted them of their floor with a 'ding,' they detached their lips, Killian resting his hands on the small of her back as he led her to the room. He grab the key-card and swiped it through the magnetic lock and held the door so Emma could enter.

The room was on the top floor, with floor-to-ceiling windows that faced an ocean view. He flicked a lamp on to shed some light into the room, and he stayed put as he looked at Emma walking around the room, and ultimately stood in front of the window, fingertips grazing the glass as she looked at the view.

She may not be Milah, his fiancé – well, ex-fiancée– but she was nonetheless breathtaking.

There was something about her that attracted him to her, the way she held herself, a spark that sent jolts of exhilaration through him, her dazzling smile, her wit.

He could also see that despite all of her charms and beauty that she was a woman who guarded herself, who kept her heart very close to her chest, locked away, afraid of who might touch it. The vulnerability that was under her strong front was something he found endearing in a way, something that he wanted to soothe. Probably due to the fact that he felt himself somewhat weak and vulnerable at the moment. It connected him to her, made her understanding genuine, showing him that her actions weren't fueled by pity.

He walked towards her and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, kissing the space between her shoulder and neck. Her head fell back, raising a hand so she could rake her nails over the nape of his neck. His hands went to get rid of her leather jacket as he continued peppering kisses up her neck, until his lips latched onto her earlobe. Her backside pressed on his bulge, relieving a tiny bit of the tension and need that was rushing there. Killian spun her around and pressed her back against the glass wall, raising her legs up so she could wrap them around his waist. Almost instantly they both started to move their hips, wanting to relieve more and more of that pressure.

It felt thrilling to do this with her, a woman that wasn't Milah. For the past ten years she was the only who had warmed his bed, and having this feisty blonde kiss him this passionately, wantonly as she ground her hips into his felt amazing.

Killian suddenly led her to the big, king-sized bed, depositing her on the soft mattress. Emma sat at the edge of the bed, her hands going for his middle, fumbling with his belt as her eyes were locked with his. She licked her lips when she finally managed to unbuckle his belt, her hand palming him through his trousers as he bit back a moan.

She raised herself, her hands trailing over his chest, slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt, nails dragging down his skin the moment his chest was bare. He hissed when she grazed her fingertips at the edge of his pants, finally unbuttoning them and pushing them down, leaving him in only his boxer briefs.

She leaned in and kissed him senseless, taking control of him, sucking his bottom lip before releasing it her teeth scraping the skin. Her mouth went to his ear, whispering for him to 'lay down and enjoy the show.' He did as he was told and went to sit on the bed, his back resting against the headboard as he looked at her as she started to sway her hips gently, her hand caressing her stomach.

Emma slowly grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and threw it over to the other side of the room as she revealed to him the black bra that she wore underneath.

Killian felt his cock twitch when she started to palm her breast through the fabric with one hand, the other caressing her heat over her jeans. His mouth watered when she finally was in her underwear, her hands teasing her own body.

"Fuck, Emma." Killian cursed under his breath, unable to contain himself anymore, pulled his briefs down, and grasped his shaft, lazily stroking himself. Her eyes grew a bit wider, lust invading her gaze, moaning when she pushed her hands into her underwear as she started touching herself. Her head thrashed, eyes rolling at the back of her head as she let a sharp cry slip past her lips as she made herself reach her cllimax. His hips jerked when he saw her tumble over the edge, the vision an intensely erotic one.

Emma regained her wits a moment later and crawled on the bed as she looked at him with a predatory gaze. She straddled his hips, grazing her fingers covered with arousal over his bottom lip, and he sucked them into his mouth, tasting her and groaning.

She popped her fingers out, and smirked at him before she leaned down, her hand now replacing his on his cock, massaging it slowly as her lips made contact with the tip. He caressed her hair as she continued to tease him with her mouth.

"You don't need to do this." He whispered huskily.

Emma looked at him with a sly grin. "I know I don't need to, but I want to make you feel good."

With that said, she finally took him in her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as her tongue massaged the underside of his hard member. Killian closed his eyes as he let himself enjoy the sensation that this gorgeous blonde was giving him. It was different, different from when Milah used her mouth on him, but it was a good kind of different.

He opened his eyes when she swirled her tongue around his tip, sending him closer to the edge, and looked down at her. Her green eyes were now black with lust as she moaned around him, the vibrations adding to the already very pleasant feeling. That's when he noticed that her hand was back inside of her panties, and the thought of her being so aroused as she sucked him off made him slowly lose the control he was trying to maintain.

"You need to stop." He panted, fingers pulling lightly on her hair so she would cease her actions.

When she did, he fumbled with the top drawer of his nightstand and took out a condom. He ripped the square package eagerly and rolled it down his cock as Emma took off her last layer of clothes.

Before he managed to turn her around so she could lay on her back, she was already straddling him again, her hand guiding him to her entrance as she sank down onto his length.

Emma's head tipped back, her long, golden locks grazing her backside as she started to move above him. His hands went to steady her movements as he firmly grabbed her hips, fingers digging into her skin, leaving behind pale marks. He raised his hips as best as he could to match her pace, both moaning loudly when he reached that spot that made her see stars, her hands clutching at his shoulders.

"Oh God. Yes! Don't stop, Killian."

He felt her clench around him as she came, his self control faltering as she tightened.

He waited for her to come down and pushed her back onto the mattress, her head now at the foot of the bed, as he thrust inside her at a fast pace, wanting to reach his own release. His movement lacked all finesse, but it brought him closer and closer.

A hand of his trailed down between their pressed bodies, thumb drawing circles on her clit, wanting her to join him. It didn't take long for the both of them to fall over the edge, hips stilling as he spilled into the condom.

Killian rolled to over her side, splayed on his back as they both tried to regain control of their breathing. He turned his head to look at her and saw her staring at the ceiling, her chest heaving. She turned her head as well, and they both looked at each other, tired smiles curling at the corners of their lips.

"Thank you, Emma." He murmured.

"You're welcome."

They stayed in that position for a little while before Killian gathered the energy to get up and clean himself. He invited her to stay over since it was late, or, depending on how one saw it, very early in the morning.

She declined, telling him that she preferred to sleep in her own bed. Before she left, she hugged him and placed a chaste kiss on his lips, telling him that she spent a great time with him, and wished him good luck. He went to bed, and unexpectedly, fell asleep as soon as his head hit his pillow.

The next day his limbs felt sore, his mouth dry, and he was a bit disoriented. He sat on the bed and recognized the room being as his nuptial suite, the events of the previous day creeping back into his mind.

He fell back on the bed, arms and legs sprawled and groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Things were all falling apart now. His only semblance of family he thought he had with Milah, was now gone. He still had his friends, but it wasn't the same, ever since he met her, she was his whole world, his first love. He still couldn't understand why, and that's what made the hole she had left in his chest even more painful.

A couple of hours later, Killian packed his luggage and looked around the room before leaving. They had chosen this room together, and he ended up spending his wedding night with another woman.

He chuckled bitterly at the thought and left the room without looking back.

After he had cleared his bill at the reception desk, he walked out, his feet dragging him back to the Rabbit Hole. It was late in the afternoon and he really needed a drink.

Again.

He entered the bar and went to sit at the counter, same stool where he sat the night before. This time, instead of wearing a tux, he had a pair of jeans and a plaid shirt, his luggage at his feet.

He ordered the same thing, a glass of rum, and gulped it down in one sip the moment the bartender gave him his drink. Killian wished that the same blonde would come over and whisk away his sorrows, like she had the night before.

His encounter with Emma was unexpected but welcome. He couldn't thank her enough for keeping him company, she'd managed to take his mind off of the events that occurred earlier that day with Milah. His eyes were fixed on the television behind the counter, and he couldn't stop the small smile that curved his lips as he saw the sports commentator talking about the football game that aired. Three glasses of rum later, he finally had someone who came to sit next to him, it was just not the person he hoped it would be.

"I've been looking all over for you, mate."

Killian recognized the thick British accent belonging to the man he asked to be his best man, Will. He ignored his friend's comment and took a sip of rum instead. He heard the man next to him sigh before ordering his own drink from the redheaded bartender.

"I know you can't see it right now, but I think you'll realize soon enough that you're better off without Milah."

"Why is that?"

"Come on, don't tell me you seriously wanted to marry her?" Will's comment ignited a flicker of anger inside of Killian, the insinuation that his former fiancée was not worthy of his affections. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from getting up and punching Will in the face.

"I mean, the woman is flaky as fuck. I seriously don't know how you kept up with her." Will said, oblivious of the daggers that Killian was shooting with his eyes. Before he could say anything else, he fell from his chair as Killian's fist made contact with his cheek.

"Bloody hell! What's wrong with you?" Will shouted as he got up unsteadily, a hand rubbing his jaw.

"You don't get to talk about Milah that way." Killian gritted, his fist reading for another hit.

"Are you crazy? The woman left you!" With that said, another punch flew in his direction, but this time he was ready for the hit and pushed back at his friend. Killian's back hitting the counter. Not one to back down, and also letting alcohol cloud his judgement, he lauched himself at Will.

It didn't take much time before the other customers came to seperate the two men, followed by the sheriff coming to arrest both of them. The blond man shoved Killian's arms behind his back, wrapping the handcuffs around his wrists and then doing the same to Will. He presented himself as Sheriff David Nolan and then procedeed to ask the other patrons what exactly happened.

The next morning, Killian's head was throbbing, the skin of his jaw sensitive and swollen. He managed to sit on what seemed to be a cot. He had trouble focusing his vision, and felt as if his head was going to explode. He was definitely hungover, and with the way his body ached, he had fought with someone.

The thing was, he had trouble remembering what the hell happened at the bar the night before. The last thing he remembered was being extremely pissed at Will and then his memory went black. When he finally managed to take in his surroundings, he realized he was actually in a cell, his mate sitting in the one next to him.

"What the hell happened last night?" He voice came out groggy.

"You don't remember?"

Killian shook his head, the action making him wince in pain.

"You punched me you, idiot."

He was about to apologize to his friend, when suddenly a tall blond man with broad shoulders entered the room and went to unlock Will's cell.

"You can go." He said with a strong and stern voice.

"Oi! What about me?" Blurted Killian as he got up and walked over the door of his cell, causing the sheriff to turn around and look at him.

"The person that we called to bail you out still hasn't shown up." He then turned back around and went to sit in his office and grab a pile of folders as he settled himself to work on some paperwork.

Killian cursed under his breath and went back to sit on his cot, trying to remember what happened. He slowly remembered punching Will, and as for the reason, he assumed it was about a certain brunette. A door in the hallway creaked, catching his attention and he turned, hoping that it was the "person" that the sheriff had said would come. He straightened up when he saw a gorgeous blonde enter the room, the one he had hoped to bump into the night before.

"Emma?"

Emma froze the moment she saw him, and quickly glanced at the man in the office and walked over when she made sure his eyes were fixed on his work. Killian saw her take a deep breath as she walked over to his cell.

"What the hell are you doing in there, Killian?" She whispered.

He smiled at her, quite happy to see a familiar face and wondered if she was the one bailing him out. "I got into a little bar fight last night. Are you here to bail me out?" He asked, his hands clutching to the cell's bars. He really needed to get out of there and get some water.

"No." She replied and quickly glanced back to the sheriff before turning back to look at Killian. "I'm the deputy here. Look, please keep your mouth shut about the other night, I really don't need my father to know what happened."

Killian's mouth hung open, still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that she was the sheriff's daughter, and also his deputy.

He didn't think he could be more flabbergasted, but was quickly proven wrong when he heard the soft voice of the woman that had broken his heart not even forty-eight hours ago.

Milah.