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AU in which Emma and Killian go to college in Maine and meet their senior year. Started off as a one time story prompted by Angel Taylor’s “Like You Do.” Rated M.
A/N: This week is the ‘Final First’ Party. For those of you who may never have encountered one of these, seniors are allowed to come back one day early from winter break and that night there’s a huge party. Our version of that ends up with snowy fun on the quad. Expect some reunion smuff from Emma and Killian, protective Killian and bad ass Emma as they face one of the sleezeballs of this AU world, and a harking back to the first chapter that I hope you guys will all like. Trigger warning, just in case it might upset people, there is a punch in this chapter, but it’s given to a real dirtbag, so hopefully not too stressful for us all as CS fans.
As Emma closed the door to her room, bringing in her final bag of clothes from the car, she felt a little sad that this would be the last time she’d be returning from a winter break. Her mother had provided the reminder to that early today, and the melancholy of that reality had been stuck to the forefront of her mind since she’d hit the road in her old yellow bug. This was really it, and in a lot of ways, Emma felt like she’d missed so much of what college should have been.
Yes, this year had been wonderful, easily the best of her life, and she’d made incredible friends and opened herself up to love, but there was still that lingering train of thought that was mourning the previous three years. As open and brave as she was now, she’d still wasted time trying to blend in and trying to hide. Now everything felt charged with a need to live in each moment, and to truly immerse herself in what it meant to be a college kid these last few months.
A text alert pulled her from the thought and she smiled as she saw it was Killian.
K: Plane just touched down. Will be a miracle if I don’t steal the keys from the cabby to get to you sooner.
E: I told you to let me pick you up!
K: We couldn’t exactly have the kind of reunion I’ve been wishing for in the back of your little yellow car, love.
Emma felt a shiver of anticipation go through her.
E: We could have had one of those cute movie moments though – reunion at the terminal and all that.
K: Come now love, there’s years left for that particular type of scene. I promise we’ll have one.
E: You and your promises.
K: I never break them though, do I?
E: No, never.
Now anticipating her reunion with Killian even more than she had been over the past few weeks, Emma made quick work of packing her things away. She’d had to bring far more winter clothes, as the cold season in Maine could last well into April, but she also brought warmer fare, remembering the string of days in the 70s they’d had last February. Emma also had taken the time over break to have some pictures printed of her and her friends, and organized those all on a segment of her wall. It was a good distraction, trying to hang them just right, so good in fact that Emma nearly jumped out of her skin as a piece of paper slipped under her door.
“What the fuck?” Emma whispered, opening the door to see no one. Emma stepped into the hall and saw a girl she didn’t recognize slipping similar slips into other peoples rooms.
“Hey, what is this?” Emma waved the paper and the girl startled, pushing her glasses up on the bridge of her nose before composing herself.
“Final First.” Emma’s blank stare must have prompted the girl to keep going. “You know, the party that the seniors have every year?”
“Never heard of it.” The girl bit her lip, like she was debating what she’d say next but ultimately talked.
“Have you lived under a rock? It’s the whole reason that seniors get to come back a day early.” Emma smiled at the jest, as she saw the girl’s timidity behind her glasses.
“Leave it to this school to find another way to party. Thanks for the invite.” The girl smiled at her and with that Emma turned back to her door and gasped, because there, leaning against the door, just a little out of breath and entirely too attractive for his own good was Killian.
“You’re here,” Emma whispered as he stepped to her, his hand coming over her cheek.
“Aye love, I am.” And then they were kissing, completely lost in each other. Emma managed more coordination than she’d ever thought possible by opening her door back up and pulling Killian inside.
“It’s only been two weeks since I saw you, but it feels so much longer.” Emma said as she helped him pull off his sweater. When his bare chest was staring back at her, she couldn’t help but run her fingers along the contours of his muscles.
“Any day we’re not together feels like its own tiny eternity.” She smiled at that.
“Wow, you were right, I still got that extra special level of cheese, despite not picking you up.” He kissed away the teasing, parting from her only long enough to strip her of her own sweater, and his hands on her skin left trails of heat and pleasure in their wake.
“I meant what I said, Emma.” She nodded, pressing her forehead against his as she tried to even her breathing.
“I know, and I love you for it.” His hands moved to the button of her jeans, undoing them with ease as Emma arched against him.
“I’ll never get tired of hearing that from you, Emma.” She could feel the beating of his heart had gotten faster, just as she knew that hers had too and then she was shimmying out of her pants and standing before him waiting for him to make the next move, but also loving the feel of waiting just a smidge longer.
“So, did you hear about this party tonight?” He barely nodded, stalking towards her, putting one hand just under her bra and the other around her hip.
“I did, Swan, but I had some other festivities in mind for right now.” His hand dipped into the basic cotton of her panties and curled to meet her clit in one light twirl that already had Emma wet. She held onto his forearms for balance as he worked her with his fingers, not caring that her moans were getting louder. At the same time, he undid the front clasp of her bra, releasing her breasts, and exposing her already hardened nipples to the slight chill of the air and then the warmth of his other hand and eventually his mouth.
It was all too much for Emma, and soon she was tumbling over the edge to release. Two weeks may have made Emma eager, but it also left her wanting more – much more. After stripping Killian of the rest of his clothes she pushed him down on her bed, loving the slight surprise and definite arousal that came to his eyes at her taking the lead. He tracked every motion as she came to straddle him, and Emma watched the blue of his eyes grow darker as she lined herself up against his cock.
“I hope you don’t mind that I don’t feel like waiting today,” Emma said, the breathiness in her voice giving her away slightly.
“You can have anything you want, Emma. Just take it.” She smiled and did just that, much to both of their mutual enjoyment. All in all, both of them would call it a more than satisfactory reunion.
……………………….
Despite the unofficial college girl code, the one that dictated that coats were so blasé, and that freezing in a tight dress and heels was better than looking too bundled up, Emma, Mary Margaret, Ruby and Belle had all chosen survival over sex-appeal. Emma took this as another of many signs that she’d chosen very wisely in her group of friends.
“Was there a theme we were not aware of?” Mary Margaret asked as the friends entered the senior dorm across campus from where they all lived, that was now completely overtaken with horribly remixed dance music and strobe lights.
“And was that theme basic douchebaggery 101?” Ruby asked haughtily as she grimaced at a pack of drunk senior boys who were leering at them from across the room. Emma had to chuckle at Ruby’s comment before pulling them all further into the dorm’s common area, trying to locate the guys.
“Why did we all split up before this, again?”
“Because we wanted to do a girl’s dinner!” Mary Margaret defended.
“We could have still met the guys, like outside,” Ruby countered.
“Fair point.”
“It’s too late for that now, let’s just find them, take the obligatory snap chat picture and get out of… whatever the hell this is before –“
“Savior!”
“That,” Emma rolled her eyes at the frat boy calling from the other side of the room and merely shot him a quick salute.
“You’re never gonna live that down.” Dave’s voice coming from behind them had Emma and her friends turning sharply, finding three of their four pairs. Only guess who was missing, that’s right, Killian.
“Where is he?” Emma asked slightly bemused.
“Where do you think? Forming a contingency plan of course.” Emma smiled at that. He knew her so well, and part of knowing her would mean understanding that this was not her idea of a great time. She’d come to say that she had, but all those doubts about wasting three years aside, she was never going to be the girl who truly loved these parties.
“Does that plan have an ETA?” Emma countered.
“Fifteen minutes. You’ll know it when you see it.” Emma grinned at that and accepted the bottle of beer that David had brought for her after securing one for Mary Margaret. She took a look around the party again, and noticed that despite the earliest impressions, there were actually some redeemable parts to the party.
For one thing, somehow had brought a chocolate fountain. Why anyone would think that was appropriate for a theme-less mess of a college party, she would never know, but in theory it was great, even if it was currently swarmed with girls complaining about their waistline and people to whom clouds of marijuana seemed a permanent fixture.
Then there was the presence of the green-living club in abundance. Emma could see multiple people pushing their peers towards recycling and keeping the space clean, which immediately made the party more bearable. Even if she was hearing more about greenhouse gas emissions than she cared to outside of a class room or the news, she was also seeing a lot less trash littering the halls, which was a big step up from normal.
From the corner of her eye, Emma noticed something. Past the throngs of her peers, on a wall further down the hall was a mural, abstract in concept but well connected. Emma made her way towards it, figuring she could distract herself for a little while with this until her plan B arrived. It was good, but Emma couldn’t really say why, other than that it had her feeling something. She connected to it, even if she didn’t truly understand it.
“Liking my painting, baby?” Emma could smell the stink of cheap vodka before she turned to the unknown voice behind her. Looking at him, Emma could tell he was familiar, but she couldn’t exactly place him.
“You did this?” Emma asked skeptically as he stepped closer. Emma immediately stepped back, keeping space between them, but the guy seem unfazed.
“Arthur King, at your service.” That’s where she knew this slime ball from. Go figure, she actually did recognize the ass hat Ruby had spoken of a couple months back.
“Do you use a pseudonym?” Emma asked as she stepped closer to the mural, strategically blocking the name ‘Tink’ from view.
Emma was completely sure it wasn’t him, not only from the aura of creepiness that surrounded him, but because she knew the actual artist. Tink was a small and reserved girl in their grade, who Emma had only spoken with on topics of school, but she’d liked her, understood her on some level. While Tink was often quiet, she was strong in her silence, and extremely talented. After working on a project together sophomore year, Tink had actually drawn a patterned mural on one of Emma’s folders. Emma had been so impressed, she’d saved it, and it was currently on display in her room.
“What?” Arthur asked, a mix of conused and annoyed.
“A pseudonym?” The blank stare she got back spoke volumes about his intelligence. “A fake name?” At this point, this whole interaction was edging on laughable, and after a quick glance to see that not only were Mary Margaret and Ruby nearby, but that they were watching the interaction, she was also sure she was safe from whatever this tool tried to dish out.
“No need. When you’re royalty, you have pride in your name.” Emma laughed at that, but tried to muffle it with her hand.
“A bit redundant, isn’t it?”
“Isn’t what?”
“Well if you were a King, you would be King Arthur King. That kind of seems like it’s overcompensating for something?” The comment brought Arthur’s eyes from ogling Emma’s breasts to her face and Emma saw anger flash in his eyes, but she didn’t back down. She knew she didn’t have to.
“Who asked you, bitch?” Before Emma could say anything, Arthur was pulled back to a furious looking Killian who punched him square in the jaw, leaving Arthur sprawled out on the ground groaning. A silence fell over the crowd for just a moment and then a rowdy cheer broke out.
Jesus, Emma thought. She was torn between irritated with how stupid people were cheering for a fight, and turned on at Killian defending her honor like that. She should probably feel guilty for that, but she couldn’t deny the little thrill that had run through her, and that small instinctive voice that had been very pleased with the protectiveness.
“What the fuck, Jones? You can’t fucking hit me! Do you know who I am?” Killian by now had stepped over Arthur and was checking Emma over, his hands on her arms and his gaze looking into her eyes seriously.
“Are you alright, love?” Emma nodded.
“I could have handled that.” Killian’s smile ticked up at one corner.
“I’m gonna have you kicked out of this fucking school! Once my father hears of this-”
“Hey, King, do us all a favor and shut up.” The crowd was silent once more as Emma said the words and she watched Arthur blanch before turning red again.
“I’ll have you both kicked out!”
“Like hell-“ Killian started as Emma pressed a hand to his chest and implored him silently to let her handle this. He gave a small nod and ran his uninjured hand over her arm.
“See, you say that, but I highly doubt it because no one in this room saw anything, right?” The entire room full of people echoed in the affirmative.
“Great, now that we have that cleared up. Have a nice life, baby.” Emma took a step closer, and watched as Arthur flinched. It was pathetic actually, but just reiterated that he was all talk and no real threat. With that, Emma took Killian’s hand in hers and headed out the door.
“How’s your-“ Before she could finish the thought, Killian pulled Emma in for a fierce kiss, one that Emma allowed herself to get swept up in, despite the feeling of cold on her cheeks and the bite of the winter wind.
“I’m sorry, Emma, I know you can handle yourself, but I don’t know. It was like I didn’t think, I heard him say it and I saw red. I –“ Emma pulled him back in for a kiss of her own and this time, when they came back for air she set him at ease.
“We protect each other, right?”
“Aye, love.”
“Well, as long as you know that I can be just as badass as you, we’re fine. Now, how’s your hand?” Emma looked at his knuckles, which actually seemed in pretty decent shape before looking back up to his smiling face.
“Badass, huh?” Emma flushed a bit but tried to play it cool.
“Don’t let it go to your head.” But it was too late, he’d seen the truth in her eyes, and had pulled her in closer so she was flush against him once more as he ran a hand across her cheek.
“I think you fancy me protecting you, love. Defending your honor and reminding the world that you are mine as I am yours.” She gulped and nodded.
“Okay, maybe.” He laughed at that lightly when an alarm started going off on his phone.
“Show time, Swan.”
“I thought the fight would be tonight’s entertainment.”
“You think so little of me, love? I’m hurt.” He led her to the next building over, one of the academic buildings, to a fuse box that was on the outside. He lifted a switch up, and before Emma could ask what he was doing, the entire side of quad was lit up with twinkling lights and assorted lanterns.
“Seriously? How do you get away with stuff like this?”
“Never ending charm and roughish good looks.” Emma leaned into him, and relished the feeling of his arms coming to surround her, warming her from the cold as she watched dozens of students leaving the warmth of the party to partake in snowy fun. Her friends were included in their midst, and soon Emma and Killian too were pulled in, enjoying a snowball fight the scale of which Emma had never seen.
It could have been minutes or hours, Emma wasn’t quite sure, but the first feeling of cold, the first shiver that crossed her skin was noted by Killian, who insisted that they head back. He informed her that this too was part of the plan, and Emma agreed, noting that as they got farther and farther from the party, there was less and less sound. It seemed that every senior truly was out enjoying their Final First.
Once back at the baseball house, Emma took off her coat and listened as Killian did a thorough sweep of the house before surprising her and carrying her in his arms up the stairs.
“Killian, what are you…” and then it hit her as he opened the door to the upstairs bathroom, which was immaculately clean. She had to hand it to the housekeeping staff, they had really outdone themselves in preparation for the start of term. Until now, Emma had never considered doing this here, but she couldn’t shake the desire to have him with her in the shower. There was just one thing left to be sure of.
“I trust you took precautions to avoid any sort of interruption.” Killian smirked at that.
“Of course, love, we’ve got hours before anyone else even thinks to come back here, trust me.” She ran a hand through the wet hair that clung to his brow, messing it up slightly.
“I do.”
“Good, now we need to get warm, love, get you out of these wet clothes.” Emma already felt warm. Truth be told, she felt enflamed with wanting, and she allowed Killian to strip the dress and leggings from her body. She did the same with his sweater and jeans, and when they were naked, she gave him a look.
“You think you’re so slick, Jones, but I’m onto you.” He looked genuinely confused as she pulled him into the shower with her.
“I have no idea what you mean, love.”
“Oh yeah. So it’s just coincidence that all of this started because of a shower. Well, this better be good, I’m assuming this is what we’ve been building towards.” Despite the laughter in his eyes, he growled and pulled her to him, and out of the way of the spray as he adjusted the temperature.
“It will be bloody fantastic, Swan, that I promise you.”
“Well I would hope so.” This was where Emma’s air of being unaffected died, because his hands were on her, immediately moving across to find her most sensitive spots, and Emma was caving to the feeling and the wanting and the need. He’d positioned her so that she felt the warmth of the water glide against her skin and the cool tile backing of the shower as well. The mix of cold and warmth and the hard lines of his body against her at the same time as the solid hold of the tile at her back had her arching slightly.
“I love how easy it is to read your desire, Emma. You give me everything I need to know exactly what you want.” Her breathing hitched as his hand came to graze her breast, and his mouth came to kiss at her neck in that spot that she loved. Emma thought he might linger, draw this out, but then he was kneeling down and spreading her legs so he could look at her waiting heat.
“God you’re so beautiful.” Emma could barely even think, she was momentarily subdued by the anticipation flowing in her veins and then he licked her with one long swipe and all thoughts were truly eradicated. She couldn’t fathom how things between them were always this good, and how he truly did know each and every detail of how she liked to be touched and pleasured. Not only that, but his own desire stemmed from fulfilling hers.
“Killian, fuck, I – I,” then his tongue was twirling against her clit and she was moaning out his name, careening off the edge into an amazing orgasm.
“You are the single most glorious creature I have ever beheld, Emma.” He said after rising to his feet once more and pushing a strand of her wet, golden locks behind her ear. The words, so heartfelt and complimentary sparked something inside Emma and she pulled him down roughly for a demanding kiss filled with nips and sucks and a duel for closeness. She wanted that ultimate connection right now, and more than anything, she wanted Killian to feel as good as she did. Bringing her legs up and around his waist, she nipped at his bottom lip playfully.
“I love you, Killian.” His eyes lit up with raw hunger and her profession was enough to have him fucking her against the wall. Unsurprisingly, it was really hot. Emma would definitely call herself a shower sex fan after this, and for a moment she had a flash fantasy of her and Killian post college, living together and getting to do this all the time. The vision was enough to increase her drive and had her reaching her moans of pleasure before she’d thought possible after such a shattering release before, but her tight hold on his cock had Killian groaning as well and working his damndest to get them both off.
He was of course successful, and as Emma tried to get her bearings again, she felt his kiss along her shoulder, and her collarbone and her neck. She ran her own fingers through his hair, and couldn’t contain her smile causing one from him in response.
“Showering alone will never be the same.” Emma joked as he washed both her and himself clean and Killian nodded his agreement.
“It’s a burden we’ll have to carry for a while yet, love.”
“But not forever?” She teased as he scratched behind his ear and shook his head.
“No, love, not forever.” Emma pretended to consider this and toyed with him slightly.
“What if I prefer singing to sex?”
“We could negotiate – maybe a little of both.” Emma laughed at that and shook her head.
“That sounds… really weird. Let’s stick with the sex.” She exited the shower, with Killian handing her a towel that she wrapped herself in quickly, to avoid the cold.
“Aye, love. As you wish. Now, would it be terribly corny of me to say that I rather liked you screaming my name as much as I did your song that first night?” Emma kissed him as he passed her another towel to dry her hair with.
“It would be. But I like corny, thus why I keep you around.” He took her hands in his and kissed them lightly.
“An honor I will never take for granted.”
“See that you don’t, Captain.” And there was the fire in his eyes again, burning so bright and so hot that Emma would have worried it would burn her, if she wasn’t already in that same state herself. The two of them barely made it back to the loft before acting on such impulses. By the end of the night, Emma had to admit, that she had indeed had a fantastic Final First night.
Post-Note: So there it was, my return chapter of ‘Like You Do.’ We have started their final semester at school, which will of course have quite a few milestones for Emma, Killian, and their friends to get through. Also keep in mind that in typical me fashion, there will be an epilogue and a guaranteed HEA, one I hope you guys will love, as I already have it all planned just so. Thanks for reading, and as always, I love hearing any and all feedback from you guys! Let me know what you liked or what I could do better – or just send me a random prompt for something totally different. As long as it’s CS and can be spun to a happy ending, I’m game!
