Walking the familiar path to Mary Margaret's place, Emma entered the building with a bottle of white wine in hand.

Hitting the number to her friend's apartment on the intercom, she waited for the buzz to indicate that the main door was now unlocked. She opened the glass door and made her way through to the elevator and waited for the doors to open. As she waited, a tenant of the building unlocked the door from which she had emerged and he came to stand next to her.

Emma turned her head slightly to catch a glimpse at him and caught him doing the same with her in a less obvious way. A rush of heat made its way to her cheeks as she took in his looks. Dark brown hair, elf-shaped ears, thick eyebrows, his eyes were blue and standing out amongst the dark hair, and scruff adorned his jaw.

When he caught her checking him out, he smirked at her before turning his gaze back up to look at the lights above the elevator doors. She straightened herself when his eyes left hers, and readjusted her grip on the bottle of wine. The doors finally opened, and Emma waited for him to go in, but he stayed put, his arm out pointing at the sliding metal doors.

"Ladies first." The lilted words came out of his mouth, his voice hoarse. Emma smiled at him and the man entered after her.

She pressed the button with the number five on it and went to one corner of the metal box, wanting to put some distance between them. As soon as the doors closed, the Brit (she assumed, with his accent) turned his head toward her and opened his mouth.

"Headed for a hot date?" He asked her with a grin. Emma looked at him, confused by his question.

"Bottle of wine," he answered her before she could even ask him why he thought that.

"Oh, uh no. I'm going to see one of my friends."

He hummed at her response, a small smile making its way onto his face, as if he was glad to hear that.

The elevator stopped at her floor and the door opened. She pushed herself from the wall and walked towards the opening. She was almost out but stopped when he called to her once more.

"If you get bored with your friend, I'm in 613. I could show you a good time."

Emma looked at him with disgust, how dare he? She rolled her eyes at his comment and proceeded on getting out of the elevator, and heard him chuckle as the doors closed.

-/-

A couple of weeks went by and every time Emma went to Mary Margaret's for their weekly girls night in, she stumbled across Mary Margaret's handsome, annoying neighbour, Killian.

And every time, the same thing would happen: he would look at her with hungry eyes, which made her knees weak, and he would ruin the moment with one of his usual innuendos, which made her roll her eyes.

Today was no exception.

She met him halfway between his building and the bus stop. She huffed in annoyance when she saw him from afar as he walked over to her with a huge grin.

"Hello there, Swan."

"Jones," she greeted him as they walked in the same direction.

"You look absolutely ravishing today, as always."

"Thanks," she answered him dryly, wanting him to shut up.

"Is that all I get for complimenting your good looks? Not even a kiss?"

"In your dreams, pal," she told him as they reached the small flight of stairs that led them to the building.

"Well, in my dreams, we do more than kiss." He smirked at her, his comment being the last straw to his never-ending sexual comments.

"Oh my god! Do you ever stop with the innuendo?" Emma snapped as they walked past the main door and towards the elevator.

"Someone's in a bad mood," he teased as he pressed the up button.

"I am not! I'm just tired of you constantly saying those things. You know what I think?"

"No, but I'm sure you're about to enlighten me," he replied with a smirk – and way too casually for her taste – which made her even angrier.

"I think you use those innuendos to make yourself feel better because you suck in bed and are incapable of satisfying a woman. So you use sexual comments to make girls think that you're the real deal when you're not." She blurted out and as soon as she finished, the doors opened. She entered the box with a decisive step.

She turned around so she could lean her back on the mirrored wall of the elevator and didn't see Killian sauntering in and he was now standing in front of her, inches from her face.

"Is that what you think?"

"Yes."

"Well, I can assure you that when I'm with a woman I make sure she is more than satisfied." His voice was deep and sultry and as he leaned closer to her, she felt his hot breath hover over her. Emma swallowed, never moving her eyes from his.

"Or that's what they make you think." She shot back as he feigned being hurt by her comment.

"In that case, care for me to prove you wrong?"

Emma stared him, not understanding what he meant – well, she knew, but didn't want to believe it.

"How about I prove to you how capable I am of satisfying your needs?"

"What's in it for me?" She finally managed to say.

"If I leave you unsatisfied, I'll stop bothering you. On the other hand, if I am capable of making you come over and over again, you'll let me take you out on a date."

Her chest was heaving as she heard his proposition and thought he was crazy for thinking such a thing. Could she really consider this? He was, in after all, very attractive and she had thought of him naked in her bed more often that she cared to admit, but his cocky attitude always annoyed her. If she agreed to this absurd request, she'd have a chance to have him naked under the covers and if he didn't meet her needs, he'd leave her alone.

And if he did satisfy her – well, she'd cross that bridge when she got to it.

"Okay." She answered as the metal doors opened. "My place, tomorrow." She pressed on the button that would keep the doors open a while longer as she took out a pen from her purse and wrote her number on his hand before heading out.

"Looking forward to it," Killian said to her as she left and knew that he was smirking at her, and she couldn't help the flush of heat that had made its way to her cheeks.

What did she just get herself into?

-/-

Killian was soon going to be over and Emma felt as if her nerves were going to make her go crazy. She was very close to calling him and cancelling everything. But then, if she did, she would never hear the end of it and she couldn't let him have the satisfaction of winning.

Winning what?

She didn't have any clue, but that's how she felt.

Emma groaned at herself for thinking about all of this and decided to take a deep breath and think of the good side of it: she was going to have sex. Good or bad, she still was going to have sex after going through this dry spell, and any form of sex with someone beside herself was welcome.

A couple of minutes later, there was a knock on her door, and she knew that it was him. She held her breath for a moment and before calming herself and opening the door. She cursed inwardly when she saw him, and already felt herself getting wet just seeing him standing at her door and knowing what they were about to do.

"Hello, Swan," he greeted her with a smirk before she moved from the door to let him in. Closing the door behind him, she saw him inspecting her apartment with a note of interest. It felt oddly like a date, and she decided to change the mood that was in the air.

"So, bedroom?"

He turned around with an eyebrow raised, clearly surprised by her bluntness.

"Impatient, are we? Already want to skip to the main course."

"What the hell are you talking about?" She asked him with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"I thought we might have a drink before we get to the fun part."

"This isn't a date, okay? So let's just get on with it." She told him as she made her way over to her room.

"As you wish," he responded simply as he followed her to her room.

She was barely inside her bedroom when she felt his hand on her arm and spun her around and crashed his lips on hers. Emma was taken by surprise by his sudden actions, she knew that she just told him to get on with it, but didn't think he would respond this way. She felt his lips part slightly and took her bottom lip sucking it in his mouth. She responded with equal fervour and opened her mouth to his and let him thrust his tongue into her mouth.

One of his hand went to cup the back of her head, the other on her back making it's way lower until he reached her buttocks, gripping firmly as he pulled her hips into his, making her feel how ready he was for her. He leaned back slightly, his lips detaching themselves from hers, pressing his forehead on hers, both panting after their desperate make-out session.

"Don't forget: if I manage to make you scream over and over again, you'll let me take you out on date." He reminded her, his chest heaving.

"I don't scream."

"We'll see about that." He responded with a grin as he ground his bulge on her center, making her eyes roll back slightly as she felt the pressure.

"I'll go out with you if you leave me satisfied, if not, you'll leave me alone."

He didn't respond to her reminder, and groaned instead as he attacked her mouth again. He walked her backwards until the back of her knee reached the edge of her bed. She sat (actually more fell) on the bed, Killian kneeling in front of her. With his hands, he parted her legs and settled himself between them. Emma felt her heart beat faster and faster, wondering what he had in store for her.

Leaning his head forward, he kissed her once again, but this time instead of being hungry and desperate it was slow and intimate, as if he wanted to explore and remember every little detail of how her lips felt and how she kissed. His hands on her thighs slowly moved upwards until he reached her waist, his fingers playing with edge of her shirt. He grazed his fingers on her stomach, the small contact sending sparks between her thighs.

Killian detached his lips from hers at the same time as he started to pull her shirt up, revealing the lacy black bra she was wearing underneath. She saw his mouth open slightly, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip, Emma could see just there, how much he wanted her. She let out a shaky breath as his hands now trailing it's way upwards.

"Are you nervous?" His hoarse voice breaking the silence in which they were standing. "Afraid that you'll actually enjoy it?"

"Shut up." She breathed out, the last word breaking off on a gasp as he pushed down the cup of her bra and latched his mouth to her breast as his tongue teased her nipple until it became hard, his other kneading her other breast. He then turned his attention to her other breast, the tension between her legs making her increasingly desperate for more skin and friction. She bit back a moan, not wanting to show him that she was actually enjoying this foreplay, not wanting him to win the bet.

His hands settled back to her waist, but this time he headed for the waistline of her jeans. Not wasting anymore time, he undid the buttons of her pants, and told her in a lust-filled voice to raise her hips, so he could shimmy her out of her pants, grabbing her panties in the process.

After getting herself out of her jeans, he grabbed her leg and slowly kissed his way to her inner thigh, biting softly on the exposed skin of her legs every once in awhile. Emma was supporting her upper body on her hands that were planted on the mattress. Her breath was shallow as his mouth became closer and closer to her slit, and gasped when he parted her legs wider. A grin made its way through his face when he saw how ready she was.

"You're dripping, love." He told her, his voice hoarse before he leaned his head forwards, darting his tongue as he took a lick across her folds, make her hips buck. She tried to control her breathing the best she could, not wanting him to have the satisfaction of knowing how it made her feel.

"Mmm, you taste divine. I could stay buried between your legs all night, making you squirm and pant my name." He then resumed to lap at her folds, sucking and nibbling on her lips and her bundle of nerves, making her body grow hotter and hotter as she felt this familiar tension build up deep inside her.

Oh god, was he trying to kill her?

Emma tried the best she could to not show how his attentions were affecting her, but she knew that even if she was being quiet, he could feel that she was close. One hand left the mattress and flew to bury itself in his hair when he started to swirl his tongue with determination on her clit as he added more pressure. Her mouth mimicked the letter 'O' as she let herself succumb to her orgasm. She exhaled loudly when the peak of her climax started to descend, and before she could get a grip of herself he thrust two fingers inside her, his two digits curving just the right way for him to caress that sensitive spot hidden in her walls.

She kept her hands in his hair and grab a fistful of his dark locks, and was pretty sure she was pulling at it harder than she should but she couldn't bring herself to care when the things he was doing to her were driving her mad with pleasure. A small moan made itself heard as she started to roll her hips on his hand, wanting more. Killian added a third finger to the mix, the addition making her come undone before him for a second time, this time Emma was more vocal of it's approval.

He drew his hand back, letting her time to come down from her second orgasm, and hummed as he licked his fingers which were drenched with her arousal. Emma looked at him with heavy eyelids, her body still humming with lust, and moaned silently, clenching her walls when she saw him making a show of how he relished her taste.

When he was done, he stood up, his crotch levelling her stare and saw his strained erection under his pants, and her hands instantly went for his belt, wanting to free him from the fabric. Before she could reach him, he stopped her and looked down at her with a look she couldn't quite place.

"Next time. Tonight is about you, and how many times I can make you come. Lay down." He finally ordered her, and feeling so sex-crazed she listened to him without even quipping back, which was unusual for her.

Once she was settled on the bed, near the headboard, he started to get rid of his shirt, exposing his hairy chest and the path that went down, hiding itself under his pants. He unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled them down with his boxers as well, his shaft finally springing free, as it stood erect.

Emma's eyes widened at the sigh and she cursed herself for doubting his size and his ability to make her climax. If the foreplay was any indication of what is about to come, she knew that she would lose the bet they had set upon.

Finally free from his clothes, Killian crawled his way on the mattress, his hand brushing the skin of her leg, as he lifted it up and dropped it on his shoulder. His mouth went to press itself on her heat once more.

"Again?" Her voice came out breathy and desperate for more.

"I need to taste you more time before I can bury my cock in that sweet cunt of yours." His hot breath caressed her slit before he resumed the familiar act.

It didn't take long for him to bring her near the edge again, as she was sensitive from her previous releases. He slowed down the pace of his tongue and fingers inside her, the sensation overwhelming but not enough for her to come. She heard the sound of a plastic wrap tear, and his hands disappeared from heat, and suddenly his mouth was gone too. She opened her eyes, and saw him hovering her as he stroked himself.

Her mouth watered, and she licked her lips knowing what was next. He bent down and kissed her passionately, her taste on his lips making her feel even more wanton. His lips were still pressed on hers when she felt the tip of him nudge her entrance, pushing himself inch by inch, stretching her slowly with his cock until he was buried completely in her.

"Fuck, you feel so good!" He exclaimed, his voice sounding a bit wrecked.

He began to move his hips slowly at first, making sure that she was used to his size before pulling his upper body up a bit, holding his weight on his hands which were at each side of her head. Emma felt the earlier tension spring back to life as he started to increase his thrusts, clawing her hands to his biceps as she writhed beneath him.

He slowed down his pace letting her time to come down from her recent high, and Emma started to feel a bit numb and tired from all of her three releases. When he felt that she had regained consciousness, he flipped her over so that she was now on her hands and knees. He teased her entrance once again before pushing his shaft in one movement, and instantly picked up the pace, his hands on her hips as he held himself.

The change in angle made Emma feel a brand new sensation as he hit a different spot. Too tired and sex hazed to care anymore, she let herself moan and whimper, and before she could realized it, she did the one thing she told him she never did. She screamed his name over and over as one of his hands was now above the space where they were joined. His groans and grunts joined her screams as his pace became erratic before he stilled his hips as he came with her.

Killian released his grip on her hips, and Emma let herself fall down on her stomach as she tried to recover from what happened over the past hour. She finally pushed herself and settled herself on her back, as he went to lie down next to her, after he cleaned himself. They both stayed there in a comfortable silence, the only sound being heard was their heavy breathing.

"That was—" Killian started before being cut off by Emma.

"Amazing."

He laughed at her comment, and turned his head so he could look at her. "So does this mean I get to take you out on a date?"

She looked at him and he had his usual grin, but this time there was something else to his stare, this nervousness and giddiness. "Don't rub it in." She smiled lazily at him as she sat on the edge of the bed.

"What are you doing?"

"I need some water. Want some?" She asked him as she retrieved her panties.

"That would be nice."

With that said, she tried to get up from the bed but her legs felt numb and she couldn't manage to get herself off the bed. Killian noticed and chuckled at her predicament.

"I had that much of an effect?" He asked teasingly as he got up and grabbed his boxers.

"Shut up." She shot back with a stifled smile.

"Let me fetch your glass of water." He walked out of her room before she even got a chance to answer him, and she didn't even think she could have. So she lied back on her bed, and thought that if she was going to have to go on a date with him, she had to make sure that it would end with him on his back and at her mercy.