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A Helping Hand

Summary: My girlfriend just dumped me and I’ve gotten piss drunk and somehow managed to get into your apartment instead of my own. I’m trying to masturbate my feelings away and boy were you surprised. Based on a Tumblr prompt that spiraled out of control.
A/N: So there was this prompt floating around that is similar to one of the scenes in this chapter, and I had this planned for months but I wasn’t quick enough to post, so hopefully you haven’t already had your fill of it yet. 
Thank you @ilovemesomekillianjones for beta reading and putting up with all my mistakes. You truly are amazing! And a shout out to those who are always encouraging me, letting me vent and talk through my ideas - @rouhn @resident-of-storybrooke @onceuponaprincessworld and @teamhook. You ladies are the best!
Thank you all for reading and being patient with me. Your support means more to me than you know. Hope you enjoy the chapter!
Rated: Mature for sex and salty language
Also available: AO3 FF.N

Chapter 14: Fourth of July

Killian didn’t even attempt to suppress the smile from his lips when he woke up the next morning with Emma in his arms, his hand tucked under her top and grasping onto one of her perfect breasts. He wanted to shout out how happy he was to the world from the rooftops, but for him it wasn’t an option at the moment, and honestly it hurt like hell that he couldn’t, but he wasn’t going to let that sour his mood. Besides, there was this energy swarming through him which fueled the urge run laps around the campsite or even the whole beach. This energy gave him life. In fact, as sated as his limbs felt, just laying there was driving him crazy. And his blonde angel beside him looked so comfortable and peaceful, he didn’t wish to disturb her, so he carefully removed his hand from her boob and rolled her over so she was laying on her back as he gently slid his other arm from underneath her head.

“Where you going, baby?” Emma’s sleepy words surprised him; she still had her eyes closed. Killian grinned and lifted her hand, pressing a delicate kiss to each of her fingertips, his heart speeding up a bit as he felt the softness underneath his lips.

“Just going for a jog, sweetling. I’m feeling a bit antsy, and it’s six in the morning so you should go back to sleep.”

Emma groaned—it was a groggy, needy sound that pulled at the strings of his heart—but she didn’t argue with him. “‘Kay,” she breathed, sifting her fingers through his chest hair. “I will miss your body heat.” Her voice was raspy as she spoke, and she was so adorable, the thought of leaving her was painful, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to rest, and he would end up disturbing her and messing with her beauty sleep. Not that she needed it.

“Is that all I’m good for?” he chuckled, running his hand through her bangs to push them aside, his thumb caressing the pale lines of her forehead, “My body heat?”

A lazy smirk crawled across Emma’s lips as she bit her bottom one, continuing to drag her hand across his chest, her fingers tracing around one of his nipples. “You know that’s not true.” Her words were slurred as she gripped his sides, pulling him to her. “You’re good for many, many things.” Emma spoke like she were drunk, but there was not a trace of alcohol in her system. Like him, she was drunk on love. They both revelled in the feeling as Killian leaned down and kissed her hard and deep, expressing everything he felt.

She sighed pleasantly against him and when he pulled away, she licked her lips, her eyelids still shut. It was very difficult to leave her side, but he knew if he didn’t, things would quickly spiral into something more. Their romps in the little tent were very gratifying, but he could hear voices outside, indicating people were already awake, and all they had to do was unzip the tent to see that Killian and Emma were much more than friends. Besides, he really needed to work off some of the harbored energy inside him to maintain some sort of sanity because he was out of his mind in love with the enchanting woman he was currently holding in his arms.

So reluctantly, he let her go, kissing her sweetly on the forehead before pulling away. “Get some sleep, love.”

Other than the small whine that tore from her throat, she was incapable of protesting at that point, too sleepy to do anything else, other than turn on her side and tuck her hands under her cheek, her body wriggling slightly to get more comfortable.

“I’ll be back soon.”

Emma nodded and whispered, “Love you.”

Killian smiled and watched as she started to drift off to sleep; it was really difficult to leave, but he summoned the strength, and with an “I love you too, Swan,” he kissed her forehead once more and got up, quietly changing into a t-shirt and shorts before leaving the tent.

The morning air was pleasant and the sounds of the seagulls and the tide crashing into the shore were calming, he got lost in his run on the beach, and the time quickly slipped through his fingers. By the time he got back, he was panting heavily, dripping with sweat and pretty sure someone would be able to smell him from a mile away.

He quietly snuck into the tent and grabbed his bag full of toiletries, some clothes and a towel, stuffing them into his duffle bag. Emma was still sleeping, so he made sure to be as quiet as possible before slipping out of the tent.

Liam and David were ready to go as Mary Margaret and Leo were just waking up and the other women were still sleeping.

“Morning little brother. You slept well, I take it?” Liam greeted, his sleepy eyes lighting up with curiosity.

The big grin permanently plastered to Killian’s features must have gave himself away. “Younger brother. And aye, I did sleep very well actually.”

“You mean Emma didn’t keep you up with her snoring?” David teased playfully, patting Killian’s  shoulder.

Killian chuckled. She kept him up alright, but not because of her snoring. “You’re one to talk, mate. Your snoring could wake the dead.”

David frowned. “I don’t snore. I sleep like I’m under a sleeping curse; that’s what Mary Margaret always tells me.”

Liam and Killian exchanged amused glances as they headed away from the campsite. “And I’m sure she’s not telling you that to protect your feelings,” Killian teased.

“It doesn’t matter—she’d love you either way, which is a very good thing,” Liam added seriously, but at the same time, he and Killian were trying their best not to laugh.

Killian found it difficult to believe that as long as they’ve been together, Mary Margaret had never told him he snored, but then again they were a couple who still acted like they were on their honeymoon. He could sense there was a great deal of history between them, but there was also an undeniable, unbreakable love illuminating from the two, which was usually only visible between newlyweds.

David smiled broadly and proudly. “She really would. And yes , that is a very good thing.”

The subject was dropped, and Killian walked with the two fellas through the woods, chatting about their plans for the day. It was actually pleasant, and neither of them mentioned Emma or Ruby or anything involving his lovelife, and Killian was grateful that they could just shoot the breeze without anything getting in the way.  

They reached the showers; there were five, four of which were empty, and Killian chose the one on the end, next to the stall David had disappeared into. After closing and locking the door behind him, setting his bag on the bench and hanging up his towel on the hook, Killian turned on the shower, twisting the knobs until the water reached his desired temperature. He retrieved a bar of soap, some shampoo and a scrub from his bag before getting undressed, placing his clothes on the bench and stepping underneath the shower. He sighed in content when the water cascaded over him, hitting his skin. Bending his head down to wet his hair, visions of Emma started playing in his head as he scrubbed the shampoo through his locks, lathering the soap under his fingertips. As satisfied as he was, he could never get enough of her. As he finished rinsing his hair, he heard a knock on the door.

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Chapter 13: Hungry like the wolf

Summary: My girlfriend just dumped me and I’ve gotten piss drunk and somehow managed to get into your apartment instead of my own. I’m trying to masturbate my feelings away and boy were you surprised. Based on a Tumblr prompt that spiraled out of control.

A/N: Okay, there were a few bumps in the road while writing this one, but it’s here. As always, thank you for your patience.

Thank you @ilovemesomekillianjones for being an awesome beta-reader and possessing wizard-like editing skills! I had to add on to the story because of a stupid mistake I made and she literally had the section finished before the chapter was completed. 

This campground they are staying at is completely made up and not based off of any place in particular. I’ve learned that the more I write, the more I stop basing things off of real life and the more I just make shit up, so please forgive me for this beach that has made it possible for Emma and Killian to have some “alone time” as crowded as it may be ;-)

Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoy!

Rated: Mature for sex and salty language

Also available: AO3 FF.N

Killian could sense something was off when he observed Emma that night. She appeared to be guilty about something, and he was pretty sure she was about to burst into tears at any moment. Luckily no one else noticed, as they were all gathered around the campfire, too caught up in making fun of him for falling in the mud.

“Do you want me to try and get out the stains,” Mary Margaret asked him, and he was blushing profusely, scratching behind his ear.

“That’s okay, lass. It’s my own fault; I can wash it when we get home.”

“Okay. You just soak the jeans in cool water, use a half teaspoon of liquid detergent and a tablespoon of vinegar and soak for thirty minutes before you wash it.”

“Thank you,” he mumbled, thoroughly embarrassed. His muddy pants had been a topic of discussion for far too long by that point. He didn’t even have mud on them, and it had happened yesterday so really the fabricated incident should’ve been long forgotten.

Emma and Killian were finally able to escape when she announced she had to use the restroom. He offered to go with her since it was dark out and he didn’t want her walking alone in the woods. There was definitely something strange going on because when Mary Margaret and Elsa looked like they were about to get up, Ruby spoke up, asking the two of them questions to distract them, he guessed. She also threw them both a wink as they left.

Killian was actually starting to get excited as they began their trek in the woods. Could Emma have told Ruby about the two of them? Was it time to finally share their relationship with everyone? Although he thought if anyone were to find out first, it would be either Elsa or Mary Margaret.

Emma was very quiet as Killian shined a flashlight to guide their path. When they could no longer hear their friends chatting and laughing in the distance, Emma stopped and whirled around in front of him; he could see the panic flashing in her eyes through the darkness of the night.

“Killian, I screwed up.”

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A Helping Hand

Summary: My girlfriend just dumped me and I’ve gotten piss drunk and somehow managed to get into your apartment instead of my own. I’m trying to masturbate my feelings away and boy were you surprised. Based on a Tumblr prompt that spiraled out of control.
A/N: Phew, it’s finally here. I have to apologize for taking so long to update. I could bore you all with my long list of excuses, but instead I will just tell you that you can expect to see the final product of my delay on February 7th when I post my 15k one-shot for the CS Little Bang Project. Yes, it’s taken me that long to finish the thing, and I’m excited to finally be able to post it. 
Tossing a huge thank you to @ilovemesomekillianjones for beta-reading this chapter in warp speed and putting up with all of my errors. You are awesome!
To everyone else, you are also amazing for putting up with my long updates and for waiting so patiently and cheering me on. Thank you for sticking with me! 
Okay, here we go… and please don’t hate me. Chapter 13 will not be as bad as you think. In fact the next two chapters are probably going to my favorite ones so far. There will of course be plenty of smut, but also so much more!
Rated: Mature for sex and salty language
Also available: AO3 FF.N
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Chapter 12: Camping

Emma knew the drive to the campsite would be long, but this was certainly exceeding her expectations. It didn’t help that when Elsa and Liam weren’t talking about wedding plans, Liam was constantly interrogating her about Killian since she’d assured him wholeheartedly that they were only friends. Now he seemed insistent on taking advantage of that detail. Damn stubborn British men. The only thing that kept her sane was sneaking a peek at her phone every now and then to see a text from Killian pop up on her screen. Her heart did not do flip flops every Goddamn time. Certainly not.

Killian: Hope your ride is better than mine. My palms are sweating from David’s interrogation, making sure I’m not up to no good.

Although Emma was a bit annoyed by her friend and the fact that he was making Killian uncomfortable, she had to laugh a little. She secretly enjoyed how protective David was; it was something she had grown accustomed to since she’d met the Nolans.

Emma: Don’t know if I would say it’s better per se, seeing as your brother is getting his kicks from trying to siphon information from me as well. He thinks you are hiding some big secret from him.

Killian: Ahh, but you forget, love, I AM hiding some big secret from him in the form of a gorgeous siren—YOU. Not that I’m not complaining. Happy to keep such a wonderful thing to myself. Though I do have to apologize on behalf of my brother. He can be a bit overbearing, as you know.

Emma snorted and typed a reply

Emma: A BIT overbearing???? I’m afraid you’ve misspoken because I believe you meant to say A LOT overbearing… and in that case, I’m fully aware.

Killian: LOL you are right, love. He’s indeed overbearing sometimes—most of the time.

Emma: That I can definitely agree with. And by the way, I’m sorry about David. He can be quite overbearing too.

Killian: Aye, I’m surprised he and Liam aren’t best mates. Then again, perhaps they’re both too competitive and would only butt heads?

Emma: Perhaps you’re right. I’m sure we’ll find out though. This trip will certainly bring them closer together.

Killian: I wish I could say the same for you and I. I would certainly like to be closer to you ;-) We may not have that opportunity though :-(

Emma: Who knows? We may have more than you think.

Killian: Oh, is that so? Do tell.

Emma snickered.

Emma: ah ah, I’m not telling. You’ll just have to wait and see…

Killian: I’m officially intrigued. I look forward to seeing what you have up your sleeve.

Smirking, her fingers flew over the keyboard as she typed out her response.

Emma: You should be more intrigued by what I’ll have down your pants ;-)

Killian: Bloody hell woman… ugh I can’t wait… minx.

Emma: Me neither.

“What are you back there laughing and smiling about?”

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A Helping Hand ‘Sneak Peek Pt. 2’

Chapter 12

“But our friends are right outside…” Emma tried in a strangled whisper, her breathing labored as Killian sucked on her neck and slipped his hand under her shirt, pushing her bra aside and firmly cupping her breast in his rough hand. She tilted her head back, biting her bottom lip trying not to squirm or cry out.

“And your point?” Ducking his head down, he lifted her shirt and drew her nipple in his mouth, making it instantly hard as he lapped at it, flicking his warm tongue over the stiffness and groaning softly against her skin. Emma melted; his breath was hot and his mouth was so wet and soft, it was heavenly.

Emma had to stifle a moan as she carded her hands through his hair, encouraging him to continue despite her previous words. She did not have the willpower to stop him. She didn’t want him to stop.

“So what if they are?” Killian growled as his hand released her breast, and with a quick, stealthy flick of the button of her jeans, he had it undone in seconds, sliding his hand into her panties and feeling the wetness pooling around her folds and seeping into the thin material.

As he dipped two fingers into her dripping heat, brushing his thumb over her clit, both of them uttered a “fuck" at the same time.

Killian’s ministrations were full of purpose and intention as he hungrily sucked on her breast, tugging gently on the nipple with his teeth and fondled and fucked her with his fingers. “So what if I made you come right here?” he murmured into her skin, his voice deep and husky sending tingles of pleasure through her body. “What if I made you come on David’s sleeping bag?”

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How did she go from engaging in a mundane task such as doing laundry to walking into a drunk, naked stranger in her tub pleasuring himself? She tried to block out the images from her mind, but there was really no use. She might as well just accept the fact right now that they would be burned into her brain forever.
Emma flipped through the channels while trying to evade thoughts of the naked man in her bed. Then it dawned on her that she had to put up with him living across the hall.

Merry Christmas Hannah, from your CS Secret Santa! ❄️💙

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