You like me?
Emma wanted to mentally kick herself for coming out with such a clichéd line, but she was too busy currently enjoying the way he felt pressed up tight behind her, his arm lying on the bar beside hers as she waited for the bartender to finish serving the last customer.
Was this really happening?
A hot, seemingly normal and gainfully employed man had shown an interest in her. She wanted to pinch herself, surely-
"Emma!"
The shrill high pitch of Ruby's scream had Emma flying around to search for her friend. She immediately saw her, sitting on the floor, her hand grasped around her ankle.
"Oh my god!"Emma cried, pushing away from the bar and crossing the few feet to her friend. "What did you do?"
Ruby frowned and pointed at the five-inch spiked stiletto in her hand.
Emma shook her head, "Can you walk?"she asked, holding out her arm as she twisted back to give Killian a smile and a mouthed 'I'm sorry'. He nodded in reply and began to make his way over to the two women.
"Ow, fuck!"Ruby whispered loudly as she tried to stand, leaning heavily on Emma's arm, making her wobble on her own heels.
"Is your friend okay?"Killian asked as he reached them.
Sticking out her hand, Ruby gave him a huge smile.
"Ruby, Killian, Killian, Ruby,"Emma explained, groaning a little as Ruby stumbled and pressed her fingers tighter into her arm. She hissed in pain, "We gotta get you home."
"No, seriously, I'm fine-"Emma sighed and looked at her friend's already swollen foot.
"No you're not, I need to get ice on that as soon as possible."
Killian looked a little awkward, "I'd give you a ride but I gotta be back on stage soon-"
Emma's brow creased as she realized her date was over before it had even started. "I'm sorry-"she began.
"No need,"he replied, shaking his head and smiling as Ruby tightened her arm around Emma's waist.
"Rain check?" she asked, hopefully not sounding too desperate.
"I'm free tomorrow - I mean, I can get Bryan to cover, he'd love the tips-"
"Deal,"Emma smiled before he could finish his reply. She dug her hand into the purse over her shoulder and handed him her phone. "I think I should take your number this time."
"Good idea,"he nodded, biting his lip in a sinfully sexy way as he tapped in the digits.
"Thanks,"she whispered as he slipped it back into her purse, brushing her arm against his and making her skin tingle.
After a brief goodbye, Emma helped Ruby to the front of the bar, leaving her to lean against a wall as she called a cab.
"So…" Ruby raised her brows and licked her lips, grinning stupidly at Emma until her own poker face cracked.
"I fucked up, he fucked up, he likes me."
"Uh-huh,"Ruby giggled, "You two looked pretty cozy - sorry I ruined it."
"If it wasn't for you I wouldn't even be here tonight, you knucklehead!"She gave the brunette a playful slap on the cheek, "And I can wait one more day."
"And I can't wait to hear all about it!"
§§§
Of course this would be the day that there was a pile up on Main Street (I mean, how was that even possible?), a fight in the grocery store over discounted eggplants and, to top it all off, Graham had called in sick and she ended up having to file paperwork and process over a dozen suspects herself.
It was almost five and she was knee deep in a stack of manila file folders when she decided to call Killian. Apologizing profusely, she explained her work problems and how she probably wouldn't be done 'til at least nine or ten.
"Okay,"he replied simply - not giving anything away about his feelings on the subject by the tone in his voice.
"Another time?"she asked cautiously.
"Sure-"he began, before pausing briefly, "Look, I gotta go - call you later?"
"Sure,"she agreed, creasing her brow as she pressed disconnect.
A sinking sensation crept over her, making her feel a little sick as she stared at her phone as the backlight turned off. He seemed so quiet and different from last night.
She looked back at the paperwork still left to complete and sighed, pushing the phone away.
§§§
It wasn't often that Emma let herself linger in the bathtub, but tonight it was definitely needed. It had been almost ten when she had arrived at home, too tired to even worry about eating. She had dug out some fancy bath oils she had gotten last Christmas and filled the bath - even going so far as to light a couple of candles and bring her old portable radio into the room.
Tonight, she just needed to switch off. There hadn't been time to think all day so she grabbed an old CD and her bathrobe from her bedroom and sunk into the hot waters - enjoying the way her skin was slightly singed and the heat made her drowsy.
The sound of the doorbell chime was the last thing she expected to hear as she lay with a damp face cloth over her eyes and Mariah Carey blasting out one of her late-90s chart toppers. Sitting up, she stilled, waiting to see if it had been her imagination. There was a second chime and then the sound of someone knocking on the door.
"Shit,"she muttered to herself, as she pulled her body out of the water and tugged on her toweling robe. Opening the door to the bathroom she shouted, "Just a second!"as she rubbed her legs and feet dry.
Padding down the hall, she wondered who on earth would be calling on her this late - actually, who would be calling on her at all. It wasn't like she was overwhelmed by visitors.
"Hello?"she said as she pulled open the door. The security light had broken the night before so the only faint light came from the distant street lamps and it took her a second to realize who it was. "Killian?"
"Guilty,"he smiled, stepping a little closer with a huge pizza box under one arm and a six pack of beer in the other hand. "Can I come in?"
"S-sure,"she said, slightly bewildered and feeling just a little self-conscious dressed only in a thigh-skimming robe. "I was just taking a bath-"
"Am I interrupting?"he asked, his brow creasing just a little.
"Um, no, of course not, come in, sit, I-"
She was babbling. She did that when she was nervous, or so friends in Boston had told her (the same ones that said she put on a British accent after too many vodkas). Blushing, she pulled the door aside.
"I brought food - perk of the job."
Emma nodded, still confused.
"You couldn't make our date, so I thought I'd bring the date to you."
Was this really happening?
"I-"She was blushing more furiously now, not quite sure what to say. He had come to her apartment. It was - sorta romantic? Or something like that. These kinds of things didn't happen in real life - did they?
"I thought,"he continued - and was he blushing too, his cheeks were a little pink - "Maybe, well-"he shifted on his feet, bobbing his head fem side to side as he dipped his head and looked at her through his lashes. "I like you, like I said. And, well, here I am."
Slightly stunned, Emma stood smiling like a goon for a few seconds before she shook her head and took a deep breath. Toying with the belt of her robe, she replied, "Really, um wow. I mean - thank you?"
She cringed a little inside again - thank you? "I mean, I'm glad you're here. Um, sit and, I just need to-"
There was an awkward little shuffle as she moved aside to let him in. He passed close by and she was acutely conscious that her robe had fallen into a deep v between her breasts and she was pretty sure he was looking straight down her cleavage.
Quickly he placed the pizza and beers on the small table in front of the TV, before pivoting on his heel - "You know, I don't normally do this,"he admitted.
Gently she closed the door and took a step in his direction,"Do what?"she asked coyly.
"Hit on women I barely know. I mean especially ones I'm delivering pizza to, but also in general."
Emma was just about to laugh and call his bluff with a haughty 'yeah right' but then she saw the way he was scratching behind his ear and straightening his shoulders. "I mean, kissing you the other night, that was very out of character for me."
"Me too, I mean…" she swallowed, having a mental battle with herself over whether or not to admit - "I was a little drunk."
He reached up and touched his lip before biting it with his perfectly straight white teeth (was he really perfect?). "Yeah," he laughed, "I figured. Look, I guess what I'm trying to say is I like you-"
Emma's heart dropped, the world seemed to slow as the hot-as-sin man in front of her told her (again) that he liked her.
She let her hips sink to the side and her fingers toyed with the belt of her robe. "You already said that."
Killian's eyes turned a little darker and started to wander over her body. He closed more of the gap between them until she didn't have to reach far to touch him. "I mean I really, really like you."
"You barely know me," she whispered, her crazy heart racing from his words and his smell and just having him so close - damn - why did he have this effect on her?
"So?"
The lazy smile that curled up her lips mirrored his own. "So…" She couldn't think of an answer or a reason to give him to justify her previous statement. "So what do you want, Killian Jones?"
He quickly blinked, glancing to the the rug they stood on, his tongue caught between his teeth.
"Can I be frank?" he asked with a raised brow. She nodded in reply, her lips slightly parted. "I'm very, very attracted to you, and.…"
"Huh?" she chirped as she felt her skin start to burn and her hips roll involuntarily towards his.
"You know my situation. I'm always on the move, never staying anywhere long enough to, you know-"
"Uh-huh-" she nodded, a strong idea of where this was going but desperate to hear the words come out of his mouth.
"So I thought we-"
"We..?" She looked up watched his Adam's apple bob gently as he slowly swallowed. His hand reached out and before she could think, his fingers were wrapped around the bow of her dressing gown.
The answer was in the way he looked her up and down. He wanted her. His eyes had narrowed and a heady wave of lust knocked the air from her lungs.
In her head, a sensible part of her was saying this could lead to nothing good. Sex with no strings? Can't work. But as she looked again over his handsome face and sexy smile all reservations were thrown straight out of the window.
"Okay," she nodded, enjoying the way his eyebrows raised and the brief, heart-stopping second where he began to tug on her belt before she reached forward and grabbed his t-shirt in her fist.
A surprised gasp came from Killian's mouth as she reached up to kiss him. She wound one arm around his shoulder and the other around his waist.
He felt good. Just the right size that meant she could sling her thumb in his belt above his ass. She swept her other hand into his hair as they kissed, his hand working deeper into her robe. For a man he had damn soft lips and they were just full enough to cushion every urgent motion they made.
When his fingers touched the skin of her stomach she dug her teeth into his bottom lip, rolling it until he pulled back from her.
"You're overdressed," she muttered.
Twisting his mouth into a side smile, one hand reached upwards to grab his shirt from behind his neck. Slowly, he peeled it away, balling it up and tossing it onto the sofa. "Better?" he asked.
Nodding, she hungrily eyed his chest, its blanket of dark hair not hiding the lean muscles she had felt beneath his shirt. "Much better."
The way he licked his lips as she purred her reply was positively sinful and she found herself dragging him back until her legs hit the sofa and he fell softly on top of her.
"Hi," she whispered as their eyes met.
His breathy 'hey' had her thighs clenching.
He seemed to instantly find that spot on her neck that was both ticklish and incredibly erotic at the same time. Beneath him, her hips were wriggling and she grasped his body with both hands - damn his skin was soft.
"Oh," she moaned, his kisses dipping lower, down the v of her robe, nipping at her fleshy upper breast as she pushed her waist up into his chest. "Wow-"
Oh fuck, then his hand was inside her robe and just the feel of him touching her naked skin had the heat between her thighs intensifying. Feeling bold, she reached up and pulled the upper part of her robe aside.
"Damn," he mumbled into her chest, licking a stripe over one nipple as she squeezed her eyes shut - one hand palming a breast as he sucked and flicked against the other.
This was happening.
She was getting it on with the pizza guy. The hot pizza guy.
"You're gorgeous," he growled - working back up to her lips.
"You're not bad yourself," she quipped, wrapping her legs around his waist, groaning when she felt the tell tale hardness pressing against her hip. "Wanna take this somewhere more comfortable?"
And damnit he winked.
Shit, she was always a sucker for that kind of thing.
Rolling her hips one more time (so he let out another panted gasp) Emma untangled herself from him, slipping her feet to the floor and straightening her robe. "What are you waiting for?" she asked as she stood - swinging her hips while she walked towards her bedroom, hearing him hurrying behind.
He caught up with her just as she walked through the door, tugging on her loosely tied belt until it came undone and the robe fell open. Spinning around, she took hold of the front of jeans and dragged him into her room.
As she fumbled with his fly and reached up for another breathless kiss, she silently cursed herself for all the crap she left lying around her room - clothes, make-up, stray socks. Not exactly the greatest first impress-
But then, fuck, he had pushed down his jeans and somehow kicked off his shoes, his hands were on her naked waist - running up and down and making her shiver as her robe was hanging by her sides.
Feeling bold (or maybe reckless) she pushed her hand between the two, quickly making contact with his considerable erection as it strained against the thin cotton of his underwear. Hot and hard and smooth, she ran her fingers up and down the length a few times until he started to nip at her neck again - this time harder, sucking in her skin, just on the right side of painful.
Slipping her hand under his waist band, she felt him properly for the first time. Inferno hot, jutting forward, she ran her fingers over the swelling veins of his cock while his own hands reached her ass, fingers squeezing in until she could feel the pinch of his fingernails.
"I can't believe this is happening," she whispered, tossing back her head and pressing her finger tighter.
"Me either," he murmured in her ear, simultaneously scooping her up and walking the few steps to her unmade bed where he set her down on the edge.
"Seriously?" she sighed as he started to kiss a trail down over the collar bones and between her breasts while she slipped her robe over her shoulders, "You must have women hitting on you all the time…Oh!"
His tongue was lapping against her stomach as he palmed each breast, working her nipples into a stiff peak.
"Nope," he quipped as he licked a circle around her navel - her stomach cramping at the ticklish sensation - "I'm quite the innocent."
"Yeah right-"
Looking up, he was biting his lip - again- when she locked eyes with him. There was something mischievously sexy about the way he looked at her: all dark eyes and flushed cheeks. She felt her own pupils dilate with unrepentant want for the sexy man lying between her thighs. It felt easy - unforced. Maybe this was so easy because she barely knew him. Maybe because she knew he wasn't staying around. Maybe.
Emma had almost forgotten her practically naked state, until she realized he was slipping to his knees. Her feet were flat on the floor and before she could react, he was pressing her knees wider apart, his mouth working along her protruding hip bone, one hand still toying with her breasts.
The muscles of her stomach were spasming, rippling more as his lips brushed her strip of blonde curls.
His tongue invaded her folds before she could think more, teasing them apart, flicking against her clit until she couldn't resist the urge to dig her fingers into his hair. "Oh fuck…"
"You like that?" he teased, one finger toying at her entrance as he gave her a hazy, lust filled grin.
"What do you think, sailor?" she sassed, pushing her hips up to his mouth until he took the hint.
Now, normally, Emma would be squirming in pleasure and embarrassment at this point. But with his head between her thighs and his wicked tongue teasing her sinfully, all thoughts of being bashful plummeted away with a flick of his fingers and the scrape of his teeth against her clit.
"Mmmm.." she groaned, coming around his fingers, hard but soft at the same time. Definitely more of an appetiser.
She was ready for the entree.
He lifted himself up and she was vaguely aware of him pulling off his underwear until he was leaning over her again, resting on his forearms, a few inches from her face, his lips red and moist, his hair delightfully ruffled from her fingers.
"Your turn-"
Ambling on to the bed above her, she eyed his erection as it swung slightly between his legs -getting her first good look at exactly what she was getting herself into. She swallowed heavily.
"On your back," she demanded, pushing his shoulder until he rolled over with a soft 'umph' and a breathy laugh.
Without hesitating, she dived forward, straddling his legs and taking him one hand, slipping her lips over his straining tip.
Mmm, he felt good in her mouth. Hot. Satiny skin. She rocked her hand a little until he joined her in an easy rhythm and the unoccupied fingers went to massage his balls.
"Oh shit-" he moaned above her. She felt a small swell of pride at his response - his vocalisations prompting her to take him deep within her throat - holding back her gag reflex as she swallowed around him. "Fuck - damn-"
He was panting, his legs were moving restlessly below her, one set of fingers gently guiding her head. The heat between her legs was rising again after the cooling sensation of her earlier orgasm.
Snapping back her head, he popped out softly between her lips.
"I can't wait any more-"
"Fuck me neither," he agreed, his chest heaving.
She scrambled up the bed, pulling open the drawer of the bedside table, rooting around for the pack of condoms she knew she had put there (just in case).
He was kissing her shoulder as she searched, his still damp cock pressed against her back - damn it was distracting. Blindly her fingers fumbled until with a triumphant 'yes' she pulled out the small box, removing a little foil packet from the strip. "Here," she whispered, "Quicker if you do it."
"Aye."
Lying back on her pillow, she counted the moments it took him put on the condom and roll back into her arms.
"That was quick-" she smiled as she let him settle once more between her legs.
"I hope you aren't saying that later, love."
A small laugh was cut short when he lined himself up, nudging her legs wider as he pushed his hips into hers. He was supporting himself on his forearms again, this time looking down between them, watching himself slowly disappear inside her.
And holy hell, did he feel good.
Just the right side of thick and long, when he bottomed out he paused a second, nuzzling into her neck, before he started to gently rock.
"Oh," she moaned, feeling the blissful sensation of her muscles loosening and time slowing down. Listlessly, she rolled her own hips back and forth to meet him, giving her just that extra bit of friction. "Shit-"
All she could hear was his heavy breathing against her neck. All she could feel was him - but he was everywhere. Inside her, moving just the right side of slow. His hands cupping her shoulders as each thrust became a little bit harder, a little bit more urgent.
"You amazing," he breathed into her chest as he reached down to kiss across her breasts once more. Her limp arms wrapped round his back, pressing against the muscles of his shoulder blades and their thin layer of sweat.
"I'm close," she replied, though not a response to his words, it was all she could really manage as the tension formed a ball in her belly.
"Wait," he moaned, deftly rolling them over and tugging her knees until they bent and she was sat on top of him. "I wanna see you. Ride me-"
Feeling wanton and desired as he watched her with lidded eyes and his hands on her hips, she rocked against him, working her own hands up her chest, feeling him so deep inside her she wanted to scream (it was that fucking fantastic).
When she reached her hair, she balled it up in her fists and piled it on her head, holding it in place as she upped the pace.
"Christ-" he cried in his gorgeous accent, "Do you realize how sexy you are?'
His words spurred her on. Faster. Swirling her hips. Leaning forward a little to get just that extra pressure on her clit that had everything going hazy-
"Come with me-"
He didn't need to be asked twice, his grip tightened as he started to pump faster inside of her, snapping together their bodies together so the room was filled with the sound of slapping skin and panting breaths.
One, two, three quick thrusts and it was all over. Her muscles cramped. Her mind went pleasantly blank. Hot sparks darted through her body and along her limbs, followed quickly by a soft, drowsy feeling.
Smiling and very satisfied she let her body fall on top of his - his chest still heaving with heavy breaths as his hand came to her sweaty, tangled hair.
And that's went reality began to peek in.
She had just fucked the pizza delivery guy.