Part 1/2

He had no say in the matter. It was a done deal by the time he reentered the living room, where Emma and Liam were already working out the details.

Placing a six pack on the table, Killian handed one beer to his girlfriend before he sat on the couch beside her. No point in taking one for himself when he could share hers. Whatever the beverage, it always tasted better mixed with her sweet taste.

"What's going on?" He took a long pull on the drink, studying the exchanged looks between the pair.

"Your lass here kindly offered to be my date for the evening." Drawing a beer bottle out of the pack, Liam dipped the neck toward Emma in a toast. "You don't mind, right brother?"

Killian picked at the label on his bottle, his gut churning with an unfamiliar feeling. He was never the possessive type. Dozens of girls who had been in and out of his bed and life could testify to that.

"Why would I mind?" He bared his teeth in a false smile, glancing briefly at Emma. He couldn't blame his brother for accepting her offer. Who better to make an ex-girlfriend jealous than the gorgeous blonde by his side?

"Don't worry, I promise not to use my charms on her." Liam assured, bristling with an elder brother's confidence.

Killian smiled at his brother's arrogant assumption that he could have Emma if he only wanted. Sure, Liam had his appeal with the ladies, but it took more than a sharp pick-up line and a dazzling smile to win Emma over. He would know. It had taken him weeks just to convince her to go out with him.

"It's settled then," Emma scrubbed her hands on her jeans and stood. "I'll see you boys at six." A quick kiss to his lips and she was out the door.

Can't wait, Killian thought sarcastically. Just can't wait.

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Hearing the light knock on his bedroom door, Killian recognized to whom it belonged. He turned around to find Emma standing at his doorway. He looked her over, his gaze raking her from head to toe with a long pause on her dress. It was a cream-colored dress, in crinkle chiffon and above the knee length. The strapless style and her ponytail updo allowed full access to her bare-naked shoulders.

With his mouth damn near watering for her, he closed the distance between them. "You look stunning, Swan."

"Thanks," her gloss-slicked lips curled into a smile.

He was about to lean in for a kiss when she stopped him with a finger on his lips. "Don't. You'll smear my makeup."

He loved it when she lost her lipstick during a hot fucking session, seeing afterwards the pink stain of it all over his body - his lips, his neck, his cock...

Plenty of skilled beautiful women had managed to get him in the sack. But only Emma made him hard – as he was now becoming – without even laying a hand on him.

"Just a quick one." Open-mouthed, his lips hovered over hers, desperate for a taste.

"No." She smacked his chest, the word alone having the effect of a cold shower. "You'll ruin everything before dinner even started. Your guests will be here any minute now. And with my lipstick, on your lips, they'd either think I'm cheating on Liam with you, or that I'm not his girlfriend, but yours."

"But you are my girlfriend."

She didn't even have to say anything for him to know that he was being ridiculous.

Arms crossed, her head tilted to the side and a taunting smile lifted her lips. "Are you jealous Killian Jones?"

"Why would I be jealous?" He waved off the presumption with a roll of his eyes before he turned back into the room.

Looking in the mirror and fixing his collar, he could see her smile slowly spreading.

It was going to be a long evening.

…

Killian cursed the moment they sat around the rectangular dining table and he got to sit beside Anna. Now he'd have to endure her overly bubbling personality all through dinner. The only consolation was Emma sitting across from him, so at least he could enjoy her pretty face. Even if that meant he'd have to look at Liam's too.

Opening the bottle of wine that had been artfully arranged in the center of the table, Killian suggested they'd begin with a toast. Looking at the sisters and their boyfriends, he went on about drinking to old good friends. And while it was the truth – the brothers did meet Anna and Elsa back in England more than a decade ago – that wasn't why he initiated it. He simply needed a drink to calm his nerves.

After he finished filling Kristoff's glass, Killian moved to pour the blue-eyed girl one. "Where's your glass, love?"

"Oh, I don't know," with a timid smile on her face, Anna looked around the table.

"Here, have mine." Emma slid her glass toward Anna. "Liam and I can share."

Killian froze, his hand tightening with white-knuckled force on the bottle. Seeing another man tasting his girlfriend was a thought he couldn't bear.

"Is everything okay?" Anna asked.

"Everything's fine, love." Killian managed a tight smile, pouring the maroon-colored liquid into her glass.

…

As soon as they were done with the main course and the chatter began, Killian took the opportunity to lean back and admire his luscious girlfriend. Green-eyed, golden-haired, honey-skinned. She was hot as hell. And he was already picturing her spread out on his bedsheets, sobbing his name as he filled her to the hilt again and again. Until he got her alone, he was glad to be enjoying the view… well that was before she set her hand over Liam's.

With his gaze riveted to their linked fingers, Killian felt his entire body tensing.

Apparently Elsa, Liam's ex-girlfriend, was snuggling with her boyfriend and Emma decided to give the girl a taste of her own medicine.

On with the show, Emma leaned her head on her fake-boyfriend's shoulder, wrapping her hand around his arm and nuzzling his neck.

Killian gulped. Sharp possessiveness seized him, the need to claim her clouding his senses. "Emma," his voice came out rougher than intended. "Can you lend me a hand with the dessert?" With effort, he resisted the urge to scratch behind his ear. A habit he knew would give him away.

Lifting her head, Emma looked at him with dilated eyes. "Sure."

…

"Stop touching my brother." Killian hissed between clenched teeth, both hands on her chiffon covered breasts pinning her against the kitchen wall.

"I'm just trying to make it look believable…" Her voice trailed off when he reached beneath her skirt and his hand slid up her silken thigh. "Did you see her face? I think it's working."

"It's working alright, now quit it." His mouth dropped to her bare shoulder, sucking with bruising intensity on the luscious flesh.

"I thought you're not je… What are you doing?" Emma asked breathlessly, which only made him harder. "Fuck Killian. Your mouth…it needs to stop…"

He lifted his head and looked at her, a devilish smile tugging at his lips. "Well, you said no smearing," his thumb grazed her lower lip, his tongue tracing the curve of his.

"And you thought that a hickey would be a better idea?" She frowned, rubbing at her shoulder where his mouth had been a moment before.

"Relax," he bit out. "You can hardly see it." His gaze narrowed on the barely visible mark, circling it with his thumb. "Consider it as a warning." He pressed a soft kiss to the love-bitten skin before he backed up toward the kitchen counter.

Emma laughed. "A warning?"

Handing her a pile of dessert plates, he shot her a quelling look, which judging by her amused expression didn't impress her.

Plates in hands, she was about to leave the kitchen when he caught her by the arm. "I'm not kidding, cut the Oscar winning performance."

"Or what?" She smiled, her gaze challenging.

Pressing his lips to her ear, he whispered, "Or bear the consequences."

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A/N: Next – Emma continues her naughty streak and Killian gets his sexy revenge. But what happens when Emma lets him in on a little secret?

Happy once day everyone, crossing my fingers for some good CS moments in the finale :)