AN: So. I had a few requests for a bit more closure between Emma and Killian, and also quite a bit of encouragement from a few people for some smut, so here is a bit of both. Thanks to everyone for your words and support for this story, it's meant a lot to me.

This part is rated M.

More Than You Bargained For - Epilogue

Emma woke slowly, and the first thing she was aware of was that she wasn't alone in her bed. There was a warm body pressed up against her back, an arm slung over her waist, and a lightness in her heart that hadn't been there in a very long time.

It wasn't the first time that she'd woken up with Killian Jones in her bed, but it was the first time that she'd woken up naked.

She couldn't help the smile that spread slowly across her face at the memory of... everything. What she'd learned about him, what she'd realized about herself, and where that had led to. A part of her had been afraid that she'd wake up the next day filled with regret, that she'd been caught up in the night, but now, as she stretched out her legs as best as she could without disrupting him, she found that she did not regret a single thing.

Without the alcohol clouding her judgement, or the idea of the ruse so appealing, she found that she felt just as good, her heart just as full, without all of that pressure.

She'd also never felt as comfortable as she did right then, but it wasn't quite enough. She moved slowly, carefully, twisting until she was facing him, making sure his arm stayed around her, propping her head up on her arm to get a good look at him.

His eyes were still closed, his breathing even, so she took her time in studying him. She didn't think that she could remember a time where he'd looked so peaceful, and she wasn't sure whether it was just because he was asleep or whether she had anything to do with it. They'd gotten to her place in the early hours of the morning, and it had been even later before they'd found sleep. He'd made to settle on the couch but they both knew that that wasn't where he wanted to be, and she'd coaxed him into her bed with the promise that they'd just sleep.

He hadn't wanted to rush her, and she thought it was adorable.

She wasn't sure who had made the first move, but it hadn't been long at all until they were tangled in each other, both of them too eager to explore this new territory to wait. It had been frantic and needy, but it had been perfect, the two of them finding what they needed in each other, the knowledge of more the only thing that had let them let the exhaustion take them under afterwards.

Her mind was on that now, as she let her eyes trail from his face, down his neck and over his shoulder, appreciating the definition - and the bite marks - before she moved down his chest and stomach, to where the sheet - her sheet, because he was in her bed - was draped tantalizingly low over his hips.

Needing to touch him, she reached out carefully and stroked her fingers up his arm, over his shoulder, before brushing against his cheek, his scruff scratching her fingers. His brow twitched slightly, his face turning into her hand, and his grip tightened around her. She let him pull her closer, figuring he was close to waking, but she held him back when he tried to duck his head against her neck. Instead, she leaned forward and kissed him gently.

His lips responded immediately, automatically, but she could still tell the moment that he actually woke. He inhaled sharply, almost like a gasp, before she felt him smile against her and curl more completely around her, his legs twining with hers and his arm pulling their upper bodies together. He felt strong and hard, yet incredibly relaxed and soft, and she couldn't get enough of the feeling, her free hand roaming over his chest as the other moved around to play in the hair at the base of his neck.

The kiss was slow and sensual as their lips parted, his tongue brushing against her lower lip before moving further to tease hers, and it was like they were tasting each other for the first time. She wondered how long that feeling would last, like they were getting to know each other all over again.

She felt his smile turn into a fully fledged grin before he pulled back, and she couldn't help but return it when it lit up his whole face. 'You're still here,' he said quietly, his voice and accent deliciously thick from sleep.

She knew what he meant, but rolled her eyes at him anyway. 'Well it is my bed,' she pointed out.

'That wouldn't have stopped you if...' he trailed off, as if he didn't want to say it.

If... But there was no if, was no regrets or embarrassment, there only was. There was only her, and him. 'Maybe I wanted you to wake up next to me,' she said lightly, shrugging her shoulders like it didn't mean anything.

The light in his eyes told her that he wasn't buying it, of which she was happy. 'Maybe?' he asked, and there was so much happiness on his face that his smirk didn't even look smug or mocking, and that was all because of her.

Her smile faded into a sad upturning of her lips as she felt the weight of everything that had happened settling on her again. 'I've been an idiot, haven't I?' she asked sourly, dropping her hand from the back of his head so that they both rested on his chest.

His free hand came up from between them to cup her face. 'No more than usual,' he promised her, and she pushed at him gently.

'I mean it,' she insisted. 'I can't believe it took me so long to realize what this was. I was just... comfortable, and I didn't realize why.' She paused as he leaned forward to kiss her forehead. 'You could have said something,' she muttered.

He laughed, and she enjoyed the way that it warmed her. 'I knew you'd get there eventually.' He smirked at the look that she shot him. 'All right, I was hoping you'd get there. I didn't want you to feel like I was putting ideas in your head. Or that I expected anything from you that you didn't want to give.'

Emma nodded slowly, understanding where he was coming from, but still feeling stupid for having not known the right name to put on her feelings for him. 'How long?' she asked, needing to get the question out before she chickened out.

He shifted slightly, starting to look a little uncomfortable. 'Do you really want to know?'

'Only if you want to tell me,' she said quickly, not wanting to push it too far.

But his smile was just as open when he brushed her hair back from her face. 'I'll tell you anything that you want to know, Emma,' he said, with such honesty that it still surprised her, even after everything else that she'd learnt. When she nodded slowly, he moved his arm from around her, taking one of hers with it and threading their fingers together. 'I didn't know it while I was with Milah,' he told her, his tone much more serious now, and she wondered whether he thought she was judging him. 'I didn't break up with her because I felt something for you, but because I didn't want anyone in my life who thought they could dictate who I spent my time with.'

Which was fair enough, and made her feel a little less guilty for being a part of the cause.

'Even as just a friend, you meant more to me than that,' he continued, his brow furrowed. 'It didn't take me long after that, though, to realize how I felt, but you didn't need a boyfriend or a lover then, you needed time to heal and move on from... from Neal. And I think I was right, after what Humbert said last night,' he added cheekily, and she buried her face against the pillow, embarrassed.

'I feel so horrible that I had no idea,' she grumbled, and he just laughed at her, turning her face back up with a gentle touch of his fingers.

'It's no big deal, love. Just something to laugh about with the boys, now. And eavesdropping girlfriends.'

If there was a time to panic and run this was it, but all she felt was a sense of wonder, that this was actually happening, and how much she wanted it. He was watching her carefully, probably still anticipating her to start panicking. She bit her lip to stop the grin from spreading over her face, but was sure she failed. 'I suppose so,' she said offhandedly, her double meaning hopefully clear.

She couldn't help but snicker at how quickly his eyebrows shot up in disbelief, his eyes wide. 'You suppose so?' he said indignantly, but there was only humour in his eyes, humour and a happiness so strong it made her heart jump. 'You bloody suppose so.' Faster than she could react, his hand dropped hers and slid under her waist, the other moving down to grab underneath her knee and he flipped them quickly enough that she gasped and squealed, pushing back at him with just enough force to protest but not enough to make him move because when she landed on her back and he settled over her, she found that she really liked the way his weight felt on top of her. Her gasp turned into laughter when his stubble scratched and tickled at the sensitive part of her neck.

She realized quickly that things didn't have to change. They could still just be themselves, still just be two idiots together, but that now it could just be more. He was laughing with her now, and she could feel it all throughout her body, filling her heart, and without hesitation, she pulled his face up to hers.

As soon as their lips met they both stilled, and Emma was caught once again in just how good this felt. Killian's hand came up to cup her cheek gently and he kissed her slowly, smoothly, but he pulled away far too soon for her preference.

Propping himself up on elbows either side of her, his eyes darted over her face, as though he was drinking in the sight of her. 'I'm glad I wasn't wrong about you, Emma,' he said softly.

Running her hands up his arms, she settled one at the back of his neck, and the other around his back. 'I'm glad that I was,' she told him, and his answering smile before he crashed back down to her erased every last bit of doubt or confusion that she might have had. He kissed her hungrily, like he just couldn't get enough of her, pressing the weight of his body down against hers, her mind going blank when she felt his cock hard against her thigh. Her legs fell open automatically and he groaned lightly as he settled between them, grinding against her, causing heat to start to pool between her legs at the promise of pleasure. Last night had been rushed and fast, but still incredible, and she was hungry for more.

She lifted her leg, ready to hitch it around his hips and pull him closer, but his hand caught it and pressed it back against the bed. Breaking the kiss, he moved his mouth to her jaw, kissing and licking and sucking his way down her neck in a way that had her writhing against him almost embarrassingly, desperate for friction. 'Killian,' she mumbled, trying for firm but all she heard in her own voice was pleading.

That's all he heard to, if she could guess by his chuckle, his breath raising goosebumps on her skin. 'Shh, love,' he said, his voice pleased and amused, but still thick with arousal and that only made her want him more. 'I want to take my time with you.'

She gave herself over to his ministrations, unable to think coherently anyway as he moved lower, kneading at her breasts gently before closing his mouth over one of her nipples, twisting the other between his fingers. The gasp that fell from her lips when he brushed his teeth against it was entirely not her fault, and she closed her eyes, throwing her head back against the pillow.

It wasn't until he was halfway down her stomach that she realized what he intended, and he must have noticed when she tensed for he stopped kissing her and lay his cheek against her belly, looking up at her with searching eyes. 'Are you okay?' he asked, with complete patience.

She wanted to look away but knew that she wouldn't have been able to escape his eyes anyway. 'I'm fine,' she said, her voice a little strained. The only other person who she'd been that intimate with was Neal, and he'd made it very clear that he hadn't enjoyed that, until she'd stopped asking him. 'You don't have to do that,' she told him quietly, not wanting him to think she expected him to do anything that he didn't want to.

Without breaking eye contact, he turned his head to press a chaste kiss to the skin just above her hipbone, even that simple touch sending a shiver through her. 'I know I don't have to,' he said easily. 'What if I want to?'

Pressing her lips together, she found herself nervous, and just nodded shortly rather than saying anything. When he pressed his lips against her hip again she could feel his smile.

He kissed his way over her hip and down her leg, settling between them and licking a stripe up her inner thigh, sending an unexpected thrill of pleasure through her just from the proximity. He nuzzled into her leg, and she jumped slightly. 'That tickles,' she mumbled.

'Hmm?' Without hesitation he did it again, scratching at her sensitive skin and she jumped, trying to hold back what was probably another embarrassing squeak. She started to lean forward, intending to pull him away and make him just get on with it.

'Damn it, Killian, I mean it - oh god.'

Before she could reach him, he moved quickly upward from her thigh, parting her folds with one hand and pressing his tongue flat against her clit with no preamble about it. Her body froze in a half upright position, her hips moving forward of their own accord, pressing against him for more, while her back arched. Biting her lip, she let her head fall back and a low groan escaped her as he slowly started to trace circles around her clit with his tongue before flicking at it again.

He continued like that for a few minutes, teasing her, playing with her, until she could feel every nerve on edge, every touch sending a thrill through her. Just as she was starting to get used to the feeling, he started to move over more of her, lips and tongue and the occasional brush of teeth all over her, working at her faster and with determination. Without pausing, his hand left her to wrap around her thigh and he guided her leg over his shoulder. Not needing any further encouragement, she used it to pull him closer, grinding her hips up against him, and her breath caught in her throat when he moaned and she felt the sound vibrate through her.

One hand stayed on her hip, holding her to him, and the other moved lower until she felt his fingertips playing at her opening. She was already starting to tremble when he slipped the tip of his finger inside of her, rubbing just inside of her entrance. Not wanting to wait anymore, she angled her hips lower and he seemed to get the message, sliding two fingers in all of the way, starting to pump them slowly in and out of her.

She tried to wonder if she should still feel embarrassed and awkward - this was Killian, who had known her for years and years, one of her best friends and Ruby's brother, who knew every part of her except for this - but she couldn't focus on anything other than the way that he took her clit between his lips and began to suck on it gently as he started to curl his fingers every time they entered her. Had he always been so good at this?

Why hadn't they found out sooner?

He increased his pace, moving mouth and hand faster over her, into her, around her, until she was a writhing mess underneath him, the pleasure of it too strong, too intense, and she cursed herself for thinking that she wouldn't enjoy this. Her hand found its way to the back of his head, her fingers twisting in his hair in a way that surely had to be painful but he only groaned again, and she wasn't sure whether she'd intended to pull him away but that sound made her pull him closer instead, knowing she was about to lose her mind from what he was doing to her but unable to let him stop.

And then, so quickly that it took her by surprise, her release hit her, heat spreading through her trembling body and she wasn't sure if it was a curse or a cry that left her mouth but it was loud, and when he didn't stop or even slow down she didn't either, her back arching and her hips lifting right off the bed as he continued to flick his tongue over her clit, scissoring his fingers inside of her.

When she did finally come back to herself, Killian was resting just above her stomach again, watching her with a little self satisfied smirk on his face, but what was not so familiar was the blatant arousal in his eyes as he licked his lips, like he was savouring her, and she found that she was in no means done with him yet. 'Well, aren't you just full of surprises,' she said playfully, sounding a little too breathless for her liking, leaning forward enough to pull him up to her.

He came easily, crawling up her body and kneeling between her legs, leaning over her until he was lying on top of her. At the same time as he kissed her lazily, letting her taste herself on him, he lowered his hips against hers, rolling them against hers slowly and deliberately, and she moaned into his kiss from the feeling of him grinding against her right there. She could feel his cock sliding over her, slipping between her folds and rubbing against her clit, hot and hard and fuck, she needed him. Right now.

Reaching between their bodies, she wrapped her hand around his length, only more spurred on by the way his whole body seemed to freeze. Breaking their kiss, he dropped his forehead against her neck, sucking in a breath. 'Bloody hell, Emma.' His voice sounded strangled and he let out a muffled sound of the same tune when she tightened her grip and started pumping her hand over him.

He was rock hard and needed no help from her, but although she wanted to give him more attention, she knew that it wasn't what either of them needed. There would be plenty of time to find out how he liked her to use her hands, where she had to kiss to make him squirm the most, how he tasted, but right now he was rutting gently into her hand, muttering her name like a curse and she felt crazy for the need to feel him inside of her.

When she parted her legs further and guided him forward, he raised his head to look at her and she was glad that he hesitated so she could take a second to take in the look in his eyes. There was so much adoration and happiness mixed with the desire, and she was blown away by how much this clearly meant to him. The swelling in her chest told her that it meant so much more for her, too. This wasn't just sex.

The tip of his cock pressed against her, slick from her wetness, and all she wanted was to close her eyes and revel in the stretch and burn as he slid into her, but she wanted to watch him just a little bit more. She made herself focus on his face as he pressed the first inch into her, drinking in the way his eyelids fluttered almost closed, his lips parted before his teeth dug into the lower one. But then his face fell against her neck as he sunk the rest of the way into her and all she could think about was him, how he felt in and around and on top of her.

He'd said that he wanted to take his time with her and the idea had thrilled her at the time, but now that he was inside of her she found that she didn't want to wait for anything else, and from the way his hips were moving ever so slightly against her told him that he was more impatient now, as well. 'Killian,' she mumbled, arching up to try and increase the friction, and the sound of his name on her lips must have done something to him. He pulled back, settling on his knees and pulling almost all the way out of her and she whimpered at the loss, but then he was thrusting back in, harder and faster this time and she cried out from the feel of it, the sound getting cut off as he covered her mouth with hers.

And from there it was all that she could do to hold on, gripping onto his biceps, clawing at his back, the feel of his muscles working underneath her hands only causing her to clench around him in excitement, that reflex making him increase his pace, hitting her deeper and making her cry out, everything working in a lust-fueled cycle until they were moving against each other frantically, chasing each other's release as much as their own.

Her feet were planted flat on the mattress, using the leverage to meet every one of his thrusts, but eventually she wanted more, wanted to show him that she could do more than just participate. The next time he made to pull back, she pushed him off of her and onto his back, following him immediately and straddling his hips. He didn't try to protest, just squeezed his eyes shut with a groan that she echoed as she lowered herself onto him, the feeling of his thick cock sliding into her again sending a shiver through her.

She started rocking her hips over him straight away, her hands against his chest for support as she moved, and both of his hands closed over her waist, encouraging her and the fast pace she set. The new angle felt incredible, the drag of him against her walls intoxicating and she felt her release starting to build again already.

'Fuck, Emma,' Killian groaned as she threw her head back, arching her back and moving so that her hands were supporting herself on his thighs instead. 'You're so beautiful.' One of his hands moved to palm at her breast before he rolled her nipple between his fingers, the feeling flooding straight between her thighs.

He pushed himself up enough to take her other nipple into his mouth and she moaned loudly, letting herself enjoy it for a few seconds before she grabbed at the hair at the back of his head and pulled him up to her, kissing him messily, her mouth falling open as he nipped at her lower lip, but she wasn't able to concentrate on anything but feeling as close to him as possible. He straightened further, sitting up properly and wrapping an arm around her lower back to keep them together as he started grinding his hips up in time with hers. Her other arm went around him, her nails digging into his back and not caring - secretly hoping - that she was marking him.

The kiss broke only with the need to breathe, but her mouth moved quickly to his jaw before settling on his neck, pressing hot, opened mouth kisses to the skin before sucking on it, thrilling at the sound of his moan and the way his hips started to stutter. 'Emma,' he said breathlessly, his voice breaking and she knew it was a warning, that he was close.

'Yes,' she whimpered, feeling herself right on the edge and knowing just what she needed. 'I want you... I want to feel you come. Killian, please -'

'Fuck, fuck, Emma -' He thrust up into her once, twice and then he stiffened, his whole body tensing as a strangled moan escaped his lips, and she felt him pulsing inside of her, the feeling of his throbbing cock sending her over the edge and she bit down hard on his shoulder when she came, heat spreading all through her and she rocked against him frantically, desperate to prolong the feeling for both of them.

She came back to herself slowly, to the feeling of a warm hand slowly stroking its way up and down her back, Killian's other hand resting on her lower back, holding her in his lap, and she carefully moved her suddenly heavy legs so that they wrapped around him, not wanting to move from this closeness. Her head rested on his shoulder and his on hers, and she sighed when her movements caused his softening cock to slip out of her. Tightening her grip around him, she pulled him closer, leaving no space between his chest and hers.

When he realized that she was aware again, Killian nuzzled his face against her neck, pressing tiny kisses to her skin. 'Can we just stay like this all day?' she said on a sigh as she felt a gentle tug on her hair, assuming that he was playing with it.

She felt his smile against her skin before she heard and felt his chuckle. 'Well, we can certainly stay in bed all day,' he said, before leaning back until he was lying down again, with her on top of him and her head on his chest. 'Although that does depend on whether you have bacon in the fridge, because you know that if you do, not even you will be able to keep me away from it for long.'

She didn't bother to roll her eyes, knowing that he couldn't see, but was unable to keep the grin from her face. 'Of course there's bacon. I knew you were staying,' she told him, slapping at his chest lightly.

One of his hands caught hers, twining their fingers together. 'You know me so well, Swan,' he sighed, before pressing a kiss to her knuckles. 'But let's just enjoy this for a while, can we?'

Shifting into a more comfortable position, she snuggled against him. 'Yeah,' she said quietly, feeling full of warm and hope and bliss.

Emma didn't realize that she'd drifted off until she jerked awake, recognizing Killian's warmth beside her immediately but not entirely sure that it was him that had woken her. Lifting her head, she found him frowning down at her, bleary eyed and clearly in the same state of half asleep confusion as she was, and she was just about to shrug her shoulders and lean in to kiss him when she heard it, the sound that had woken them.

Somebody was banging on the door, and she knew only one person who would be knocking at it so determinedly this early in the morning, and after a party. Killian's eyes widened in realization just before the yelling started.

'Come on, you two sleepy heads, I know you're in there! I come bearing coffee.' There was a pause for a few seconds while Emma and Killian stared at each other. 'Damn it guys, don't make me dig out my spare key!'

The reminder that Ruby didn't need them to unlock the door caused Emma to finally unfreeze and jump out of bed, racing around the bedroom for clothes, not really thinking about just how naked she was until she turned around to find Killian still in bed, propped up on his elbows with the sheet pooled low around his hips, watching her. When she raised her eyebrows at him pointedly, he just shrugged and she wasn't sure if it was to say "what's the problem?" or "yeah, I am gonna look."

'Put some clothes on,' she hissed at him, knowing that she must have looked as unimpressive as was possible with her hair probably sticking up everywhere and her arms twisted back to clasp her bra.

'What's the big deal?' he asked nonchalantly. 'She knows how I feel about you. She's not going to be surprised.'

Emma slowed down, blocking out whatever Ruby was yelling to focus on his expression. He was hiding it well, but what she'd said was bothering him at least a little. 'It's not a big deal for her to know, ' she said carefully. 'We're obviously going to tell her. But she's not going to let either of us live it down if she walks in on us naked.'

He shrugged again, but this time his smile was more genuine as he threw back the sheet and it was her turn to stare when he climbed out of bed. After a moment she gave herself a shake and grabbed the nearest pants, her jeans from last night, and was just pulling a baggy shirt over her head when she darted out into the hallway.

Ruby was kicking the door closed, a cardboard tray with three cups of coffee in one hand, when Emma pulled the bedroom door shut behind her, hiding Killian from view. 'Sorry, I only just heard you,' she said, dragging her fingers through her hair in a useless attempt to tame it, knowing that it would be a mess.

'Uhuh,' Ruby said dryly, poking her head through the door to the living room. 'How hungover are you? Victor said you guys were up late.' She paused, then turned back to face her. 'Where's Killian?'

As if on cue - and it probably was, the bastard - she heard her bedroom door open and she looked over her shoulder to see Killian step out, wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. 'Morning, Rubz.'

Biting her lip, she spun back around to look at Ruby, unsurprised to see a big fat smirk on her face. 'Was the couch a bit too uncomfortable last night, Killian?' she asked, her voice full of amusement.

'Something like that.' His hand brushed hers as he walked past her toward Ruby, and her eyes widened when she saw nail marks on his shoulder blades. Why the hell hadn't he put a shirt on? But it only got worse when, after he'd taken a coffee from Ruby, he turned back to her and she saw the large hickey that had formed on his collarbone and just how kissbitten his lips looked. 'Right, Emma?' he asked, lifting his drink to her with a nod.

Her cheeks must have been redder than a tomato, for how hot they felt, but she didn't want to hide, not from Ruby, not from anyone. That didn't mean that it wasn't awkward as hell, though. 'Right,' she said, standing a little straighter, her voice sounding a lot firmer than she felt.

'Whatever,' Ruby said with a snort, clearly not believing them in the slightest, just like she'd known she wouldn't. 'Just - Killian, put some clothes on already. I don't want to see you naked.'

When Killian walked back to the bedroom, he pressed a kiss to the side of her head and she reached out to squeeze his hand before he disappeared through the door. Ruby walked over to her, holding out the remaining coffee. 'It's about time,' she said with a wink.

'Yeah,' she said simply, nodding her thanks for the drink. Damn right it was.

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