A/N: Hi again little demons! As you can see this happend. I swear one day I'll post something that is not smut. But not today ;) This will be a two-shots story, so stay tuned for the second and last chapter in a couple of days. Let me warn you, this is almost smut and no plot.

Let's see uhmm, this story is unbetad blah blah blah, English is not my first launguage blah blah blah, you know same old same old. I hope you'll like it as much as I liked writting it :)

Enjoy!

Emma and Killian were not exactly the perfect couple. Nothing like the "Snow White and Prince Charming" kind of thing, but they could surely say that their relationship was one of the best things that ever happened to them. Being together for a year, they were more in love with each other than ever. When Emma met Killian he was straight out of a break up. It was kind of a challenge to get him to open up his heart at the prospect of a new relationship, but in the end here he is, madly in love with the most beautiful blonde he had ever laid eyes on. They were past the phase where they had to learn things for each other. They already knew everything.

Emma was staying with Killian more and more. She had her own drawer, her own closet space, a toothbrush and some toiletries in his bathroom. Her favorite cereals were holding space in one of his kitchen cupboards. She had practically moved in to his place. Not that he minded. Falling asleep and waking up with Emma in his arms, was a sight he would not grow tired of for a very very very long time.

It was summer. One of these periods when you are so eager to take your partner and go somewhere for vacation, but you have no money. Emma having shifts as a waitress in a cafe and Killian working in a garage, while both studding to prepare for their new semester- Killian entering his senior year non the less. Their combined income was not in their benefit. But they had made a deal with themselves, they would not let their lack of money tone down their mood.

They were driving to the nearest beaches to enjoy a dip in the sea, cooking home or ordering take out the days they couldn't bother to get out of bed, drinking cold bears in the apartment's balcony with the stars above them, and having lots and lots of sex. It was actually one of the best summers ever!

Emma was very lucky to have found Killian. He was loving, hard-working, smart, handsome –damn was he!-, a great cook, and loyal to her. She had her fair share of cheating boyfriends, thank you very much. Killian was the man any girl would love to have by her side, and any guy would like to be his bro. She really was a lucky lass, as Killian liked to call her.

The only problem was some bitches would not get the message!

And by "bitches", she didn't mean all those doe-eyed girls ogling him like a candy every time he hit the road. Okay, maybe she meant those too. Her number one problem was Killian's ex. Milah. The No. 1 bitch!

It was over a year and half since they broken up, but she was still pursuing him. Calling him at least once a week, sending messages, she was even stalking his Instagram, for God's sake!

Emma didn't think herself as the jealous type. She and Milah's constant appearance in their life was really starting to get on her nerves.

Killian was no longer answering her calls, but she would always leave a message. Killian was ignoring them, but Emma's curiosity once got the best of her. The one and only time she checked his phone she heard that message, about how much Milah was missing Killian, and how much she wanted them to be together again, and that she will wait for him once his was done with 'that Blondie'. The nerve this woman had!

Emma tried not to show it. She really did. She knew Killian adored her and he would never do something to encourage Milah's advances on him. But the non-stopping phone calls were about to send her off her limits any time soon.

It was afternoon; they were getting back home from their ride to the beach when Killian's phone rang. Emma was about to dispose her bag containing their beach towels, when accidentally her eye cached the phone and saw Milah's name flashing on the screen. She felt her blood starting to boil.

She tried to remain cool and keep her composure, but when the phone stopped and then started ringing again she snapped.

"What the fuck Killian?! Is this thing about to go on for long?" she started yelling.

"Emma, please calm down. I don't want us to fight, especially over Milah." His voice was calm. It was obvious he didn't want to start a fight.

"I don't care, Killian! Why can't she just realize that you are taken? Is it so hard for her to see you're mine now?" she kept on yelling.

"Emma, listen-"

"No you listen! I don't get why she keeps on calling you. I don't get why you haven't made it clear that disturbing our life like that is not okay. I don't even get why you still haven't blocked her calls! I am sick of this!"

The more she was talking, the more her temper would rise. She was fuming. The weather was so hot it was not helping her calm down.

And he was just standing there, his expressing blue eyes burning her soul, pleading her with his gaze to understand. She wanted to kill him with her own hands!

"Emma if you could just calm down…"

How could he be so calm?! It was infuriating her even more.

"You know what? I don't wanna hear it. Stay with your bitch. Maybe I'm the one standing in the way after all."

She stormed out of the room, not giving him a chance to respond, or see his face fall. Stepping near a small stack of books placed on the table, she knocked them down with force in the heat of the moment and headed to the bathroom. She needed a cold shower.

Emma let the cool water fall over her and take away her stiffness. While washing her hair she thought about their fight. She didn't mean to sound so bitchy. She knew she was being unfair to Killian. But can you blame her? For over one year she's trying to enjoy being with her boyfriend and there's always this ex looming above their heads like a stormy cloud ready to pour down.

It wasn't absolutely Killian's fault that Milah didn't seem to understand their story was over, but he had to do something more. She was his ex after all!

Emma thought about backing away, but no. She was not the one being wrong here. And her shower didn't manage to calm her either, so she was not ready for conversation. Once her nerves calm down she would talk to him. But, not now.

She ruffled her hair a bit with a towel to get most of the moisture off them, wrapped it around her body and let out a sight. She didn't like fighting with him. It made her sad. Most importantly; it made him sad.

She stepped out of the bathroom and made her way to the balcony, passing their little lounge. Killian was there, sitting on the couch; bend over his knees with his face in his palms. At first she thought he was crying, but his shoulders were not shaking. Maybe he was thinking, or trying to calm down himself.

Emma stepped out, looking down at the street. It was August 15th and almost everyone was missing. The neighbors away on vacations.

It was now dark outside. She hadn't realized the night had fallen. The sky had taken this light-dark deep blue color. The color Killian's eyes got in the throes of passion.

It was calm out here. She could hear crickets around. Where the hell did the crickets come from? They were living in the city.

Killian stepped out without Emma noticing him. He came slowly behind her and wrapped his hands around her waist. It was meant to be a soothing gesture. Emma was having non of it. She attempted to untangle herself from his embrace and step away, but he wasn't letting her. It was time to put an end to her games.

With one hand he immobilized both of hers behind her back. The other made its way southern, sneaking under her towel to brush his fingers against the juncture of her thighs.

It wasn't fair! She was angry with him, she didn't want to let him caress her skin. She wouldn't let his smart touch make her cave. Would she?

She tried once again to get her hands free and step away from him, even though she knew he was stronger than her and she couldn't possibly overpower him. Ιt only made him clench his hand tighter, constricting her upper body from any other movement.

She felt his scruff on her ear, his hot breath caressing her skin. "Why are you doing this to me? You know I only want you," he whispered.

She felt like she was about to melt into a puddle of desire. His voice did things to her. He knew it. They had once tried phone sex and his voice alone made her explode. She was feeling as much the same way right now.

Killian put some more pressure on her clit. He was not about to stop. His beautiful girlfriend was upset because his ex. She thought even for a second that he might want Milah over her. He was about to make her see things as they are. He would get these ridiculous ideas out her head even if it was the last thing he did.

He could feel and hear her breathing becoming heavier the longer he kept touching her charm point. He let his fingers move a little lower and came in touch with her moisture. She was already so wet. Always so wet for him. He gathered some of her essence and brought it back to her bundle of nerves. The adding slippery made his moves easier and her head fall back on his shoulder. He was determined to turn her stiff muscles into jello.

His trucks were feeling very uncomfortable now. The tight material stretching painfully, over his very hard member. He was rubbing his clothed cock over her ass in an attempt to ease some of the tension in him, but it only made her purr deep into her throat, and resulted in him losing all of his control.

He let her hands free and took hold her towel. He ripped it of her body with force and started palming her breasts hard. He was very fond of them after all.

Emma put an arm around his neck and grabbed a fistful of hair at his nape.

He was tweaking and playing with her nipples when he said "I want you now, here," in a low commanding voice and get to unfasten his pants.

Emma felt him leave her breasts to get rid of his swim trucks. She heard the cloth hit the floor of the balcony and then he was there. He placed her hands on the railing to hold on and then grabbed her hips. He entered her in one powerful thrust.

He didn't give her any chance to take hold of her breath, he just started pumping into her.

Emma was desperately trying to keep her mouth shut and not scream out of pleasure. Killian was a giving lover and today was not different. Beside his rough moves, he made sure to tilt his hips, so every time he was pushing forward the head of his cock was brushing her sweet spot. She started moaning.

She wasn't sure if anyone could see or hear them. She couldn't bother to check if anyone was passing the road beneath them. She didn't care about anything or anyone at this point.

He was still moving inside her with hard thrusts. Even though she didn't want him to stop, she knew her fore-coming orgasm would alert everyone left in town about their activities.

Thankfully, Killian as if reading her mind covered her mouth with his hand, trying to somehow tone down her screams of delight.

She could feel it coming so hard it stole her breath. Killian was there with her. She could hear his groans trying to hold back just a little longer so they could fly from that peak together. And then it came, crushing over them like a wave, taking them to oblivion. Killian was almost roaring, biting his lip in order to keep his moans in check.

Emma felt his release shooting inside her, his seed warming her already hot walls, prolonging her pleasure. Her orgasm was so powerful, she felt her knees about to crumble beneath her.

Killian came to her rescue once again. He let go of the hard grip he had on her waist –she was sure there would be bruises later- and snaked his arms around her torso and tummy to keep her standing.

Emma felt her whole body relax, all the tension from the afternoon fading away in the afterglow of amazing sex. All thoughts had fled her mind. She was just standing there, trapped in Killian's soft embrace, with his softening member still inside her, and his lips pressing small kisses on the crown of her head. She wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

When she felt Killian caress her chest once more, reality came back. They were still standing on their balcony, Emma in her birth suit and Killian ass bared in his sleeveless shirt, in plain view for anyone to see and admire their assets.

"We should move, you know," Emma said in a low voice. She didn't want to speak and break the spell around them.

"I know, love." He made no move to detangle himself from her. "But Emma, we still need to talk about…" he didn't finish the sentence. He felt Emma tense up again. He would drop the topic, at least for now.

"Not now, please." Her voice was so small, so unsure, Killian thought she might start crying. He didn't want to make her cry. Not on his behalf. Not now, not ever.

"Okay. Maybe you're right, not now."

Then he moved and slipped out of her. Emma felt his cum slide down on her thighs a bit and smiled. He was still hers, and no nerve-breaking persistent ex girlfriend would take him from her. He wanted her. Emma.

She turned around to look at Killian. He was putting back on his trucks and then bended down to reach her towel. He held it open, in an invitation for her to step inside his arms, so he could wrap it around her again.

Emma smiled and stepped into him arms, turning her back on him. He put his hands under her armpits and fastened the towel back in place over her beautiful breasts. He felt like wrapping up a present. A present he wanted to unwrap again before the night came to an end.

Once they were face to face again, Emma looked deep into his eyes. Ocean blue connected with forest green. They were holding so much emotion, those eyes of him. How could she ever consider he would leave her? No, enough of her insecurities.

She looped her hands behind his neck and rose on her tip toes, to press a sweet kiss on his lips. She felt him take in a trembling inhale and the tension leaving once again his body.

She flashed him a smile and took his hand.

"Come on, let's get inside. I believe we put up enough of a show for everyone to see." She giggled at her own joke.

She knew it wasn't a complete failure when she heard Killian chuckling. "I think you're right lass."

And then he let her lead him back into the apartment.

A/N: So what do you think? Next chapter we have these two take a shower together. Guess what happens *wink*

They will also talk a bit about what happend with Milah, but let's not fool ourselves this story is pure smut, don't search for plot. I'll give you small tease about what comes next.

Emma: "What does it feel like I'm doing, then?"

Emma, what are you doing to our sweet boy? *more winks*