Newly Remastered for #CSRomCom18 - Please note I am editing this as I go, so the version on AO3 does not necessarily match. I’m going to swap out those chapters when I’m done. If you like it, please reblog it! Reblogs help authors reach a broader audience!
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Emma Swan is a lost girl, who made her way to Hollywood Boulevard on a quest to make something of herself. One fateful night on the job, she meets a handsome stranger in a fancy car. Giving directions leads to so much more.
A Pretty Woman AU - Rated E for Explicit - Chapter 5 (1, 2, 3, 4)
“And that, Gentlemen, is how you make a million bucks in twenty minutes,” Neal grinned, taking a sip from the glass of water in front of him. “For my next trick, I’ll make fifty million in a week.”
“Disappointing,” Killian mused, twirling his pen between his fingers before his administrative assistant slipped a folder in front of him, “instead of making progress, you would slow your income by ninety percent.”
Neal moved to protest, then narrowed his gaze. “You’re funny,” rolling his eyes, he watched the other man sign the documents in front of him, then took them and began to scribble a few of his own signatures on the pages. “How about some drinks tonight?”
Killian had already left his desk chair and was shrugging on his suit jacket. “Sorry, I’m busy tonight. I have a date.”
“A date? Oh, with the whore?” Neal closed the folder and handed it back to a confused-looking assistant.
Seeing the look on Aurora’s face, Killian cleared his throat and smiled at his assistant. “Thank you, Aurora. After those are filed, go home early and see your kids.”
The young woman grinned and left the conference room, shutting the door behind her. Killian turned to Neal. “Don’t refer to her that way,” he warned.
Shaking his head, Neal shrugged. “Man, I just call ‘em like I see ‘em. But promise me something, Buddy: Make sure you wrap it up, yeah? I got a friend in Panama City who got the nastiest rash from some chick in Thailand. Not sure they’ve properly identified that one yet.”
It took all of Killian’s strength to keep his cool. He clenched his fists and cleared his throat. “Please, Emma is a wonderful young woman. She doesn’t deserve to be talked about like that, Mate.”
Smirking, Neal leaned back in his chair and gave a nod. “Sure. Enjoy your night.” He watched the Englishman leave, tapping his pen on the mahogany table.
“Can you zip me?”
Killian was pulling the laces of his shoe taut as Emma emerged from the suite’s master bath. He glanced up to see a vision in red. Her back was mostly exposed, even after he did the favor of raising the zipper. The taffeta gown was ruby in color, with straps that fell deliberately off her shoulders. The fabric hugged her tiny waist and hips, flaring out into a beautiful mermaid tail of shimmering taffeta and a hint of tulle. The slit up the side showed just a hint of her flawless legs.
“Thank you,” she smiled, leaning over to grab a small clutch purse. She turned, and he caught the sight of her beautiful blonde locks, in loose curls, swept over one shoulder much like a 1950’s pinup girl. She was even more gorgeous in that moment than he had ever seen her.
“Wow, Swan,” he whispered with a smile.
Emma bit down slightly on her lip and blushed, brushing her hands idly over the taut fabric on her stomach. “Thank you,” she muttered.
“I have something for you,” he smiled, turning for a moment. He grabbed a large, black velvet box. “Just don’t get too excited. I borrowed these, and they have to go back.” He opened the box to reveal a glittering clustered diamond necklace, earring, and bracelet set. The inside of the box read ‘Tiffany and Co.’.
Emma stared, her mouth agape. She reached forward slightly to touch them, and the lid snapped down before she could. With a giggle, Emma shook her head and tapped Killian’s shoulder with her clutch. He laughed with her, moving closer to be able to put the extravagant jewels around her neck.
“If you were going to buy this set, how much would it cost you?” She asked, touching the diamonds, which rested elegantly around her neck.
“A million and a half,” he answered, fixing the clasp. He ran his hands down over her bare shoulders and kissed the back of her neck, just below her hairline.
Eyes widened, Emma turned and took each earring in turn, fastening them into her ears. Killian helped her with the bracelet and grinned.
“They pale in comparison to you,” he said softly, moving closer. Emma took in a deep breath and turned her head away just in time, avoiding Killian’s lips finding hers. She closed her eyes tightly.
“Thank you,” she breathed against his ear.
His gesture declined, Killian slid an arm around her waist and led her toward the elevator whilst fighting his disappointment.
As they stood and waited for the car to reach the top floor, Emma cleared her throat slightly. “In case I forget to tell you later,” she said, eyes focused on the elevator doors, “I had a really great time tonight.”
The previous deflection forgotten, Killian grinned and stepped forward into the opening elevator car.
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“I still can’t believe you flew me to San Francisco in a private jet,” Emma gushed, taking Killian’s hand to climb from the limousine which had delivered them to the opera house. “Are you sure about this? I know nothing about opera.”
“I think you’ll love it, Swan,” he smirked, placing a kiss on the back of her hand. He slid an arm around her waist and walked her into the opera house. The lobby had already cleared, but when Killian handed over his tickets, the usher was more than willing to assist them with finding their box seats.
The crowd was seated below them, and the box was empty save for the two of them. Killian whispered a request to the usher, who gave a polite nod before hurrying to comply. Emma settled into a velvet-covered chair and looked down at the scenery.
Killian admired Emma as he helped her into her chair. The way her red gown hugged her curves was positively incendiary. Her hair was curled immaculately into large waves around her shoulder. Gorgeous and deadly, she looked like something out of a movie. He leaned forward and carefully pressed his lips against a bare spot on her neck.
Emma giggled softly and turned to look at him. Their eyes met for a moment and her breath caught in her chest. Leaning slightly toward him, she reached for his hand and grasped it softly.
The usher returned to the booth with a bottle of champagne and an already-poured glass. Emma snapped out of her reverie and smiled to the man, taking a glass with a nod of thanks. Below them, the orchestra began the opening chords of the show, and the lights dimmed.
In the low light, he examined her features. Her eyes were rimmed with long, feathery lashes. Her cheek bones were high and full, especially when she smiled. And those lips. For all of the intimacy he had shared with Emma in their time together, nothing was spurring his lust for her like the desire to kiss her perfect lips. He knew her rules, however, and every time he thought of them, he was reminded just who and what she was. But how could she be? She was a perfect, beautiful being. Silently, as the show began, Killian wondered how much of the Emma he knew was an act – a performance of her own, brought on by the promise of a hefty pay day.
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As the opera came to a close, Emma applauded loudly, a look of pure joy crossing her features. She had been absolutely riveted the entire time. Intermission had brought only questions about the play, La Traviata, which was in Italian, but easy enough to understand by the opera’s blocking and scenery. Now that it had completed, Emma stood and turned to Killian with tears in her eyes.
“It was gorgeous,” she gushed, wiping at the tears before they could fall. She gave a little laugh. “I loved it.”
“I’m glad,” he grinned and kissed her cheek softly, letting his lips linger there for a moment longer than usual. Taking her arm, he led her from the box and descended the stairs to the lobby. Since the couple had arrived so late, they had not encountered much of the crowd, but now all eyes were on Emma. He watched as older couples turned and smiled, admiring the beauty of the two of them together. It was no surprise to him that she turned heads. And it was not merely her gown which gave people pause; it was the expression on her face and the way she looked at Killian. Even in the very way she moved. She was elegance, beauty, and the definition of grace.
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“And when she died…oh,” Emma sighed softly, cozying up to Killian in the back of the limousine. She rested her head against his shoulder and smiled. “I could totally be an opera fan, I think.”
“I think the opera enjoyed you, as well,” he chuckled, holding onto her hand and stroking the back of it slowly.
“What do you mean?” Emma raised an eyebrow as she sat up to look at him, a smile curling her lips. “Did I make noise or something?”
Killian laughed and shook his head. “No, no…I just think the audience found you to be absolutely breathtaking, once they saw you.”
A blush crept into Emma’s cheeks. She bit down slowly on her lip, eyes locked on his. “You don’t have to say things like that, you know.”
“I know,” he whispered in return, reaching up to drag the backs of his fingers delicately against her soft cheek. “But you deserve to hear them.”
A lump rose in Emma’s throat and she turned to look out the window, doing her best to hide her emotions from him. This was bad. It was so, so bad. She absolutely could not let herself fall for him. For one thing, it had only been a few days. For another, she was not his kind of woman. She was certain that the kind of woman he needed was someone similar to those wretched Oz girls or Tamara Cassidy.
“Emma,” Killian began, reaching to pull her closer to him.
“Don’t,” she replied, pulling away slightly. “We both know why I’m here. And…and it’s pointless to act like there’s anything else.” She kept her eyes diverted from him.
The words struck him hard. He had just begun to feel as if maybe she was not just there for a good time or for the money. “Right,” he said quietly, sitting back in his seat.
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Emma sighed softly and removed a pin from her hair as they entered the hotel suite back in Los Angeles. She moved toward the bathroom, placing the pin on the edge of the sink and eyeing the zipper on her dress. She turned back to the bedroom.
“Killian? Could you help?” There was no way she was reaching that zipper without aid.
Having just removed his tuxedo jacket and bowtie, Killian unbuttoned the top few buttons of his white shirt and moved toward the bathroom. He gave an uncomfortable smile and gestured for her to turn around so he could reach the fasteners.
Emma bowed her head for a moment, listening to the teeth of the zipper parting as he slowly dragged it down her bare back. As she looked up, she caught a glimpse of his expression. The light seemed to have left his dazzling blue eyes, as if he had received a punch to the gut. He raised his hands slowly, unaware of her eyes upon him, and pulled the dress down her arms to help her come loose from it.
The gown pooled in a mass of red taffeta and tulle on the floor, leaving Emma in a simple red lace thong. She turned to him, sliding a hand onto his cheek. Her eyes met his for a moment. Killian’s expressive brow furrowed as he gazed at her. Taking in a deep breath, Emma leaned forward and brushed her lips against his.
When she opened her eyes, Killian was smiling. He slid an arm around her back, pulling her body against his. Tipping up her chin once more, she gave him another tender kiss, her lips just barely ghosting upon his.
Seemingly emboldened by her gesture, he leaned closer and kissed her slowly, gliding his lips upon hers with a soft moan of contentment. Emma’s heart pounded in her chest with a mix of excitement and fear. Killian dipped slightly and wrapped both arms beneath her backside. Lifting her carefully, he walked out of the bathroom and moved to the suite’s master bedroom. Emma wrapped her legs around him as he carried her, meeting his kiss once more and parting her lips slightly. She pressed her tongue against his mouth, which he accepted wantonly.
Despite all of the times they had been together since they had met, there was something so much more intimate about their movements now. She felt as if her skin was ice and his hands were fire. Every touch of her body made her shiver with pleasure. As he laid her down upon the opulent bed, Killian climbed atop her body and worshipped her with every part of him. His fingers trailed over her curves, moving slowly and deliberately. His mouth was hot upon hers, and she couldn’t get enough.
Emma’s hands pulled at each button on his shirt, tugging it open and pushing it down from his freckled shoulders. They broke from the kiss, gasping for air as Killian shrugged away the shirt and he leaned down to trail his lips down the side of her neck. Emma’s back arched. Heat began pooling between her legs, and she had hardly wanted anything more than to feel him pulsing inside of her. Dragging her fingers over his taut stomach, she began working on the buttons to his trousers.
Killian pulled away from her neck and pressed his lips against hers once more, sliding his hands down her sides. He grasped the tiny waistband of her thong and tugged it, pulling it away from her hips.
Emma lifted her hips just slightly before pushing away his trousers and boxers. Dragging her fingernails up the muscular contours of his back, she moaned to feel his fingers finding her center.
“Now,” she whispered hungrily against his lips, bucking her hips toward him. She needed no foreplay this time around – her entire body was humming with anticipation.
Killian grinned against her mouth and grasped her hip, pushing into her with little hesitation. He purred low in his throat, burying himself to the hilt within her depths. The slick heat of her body enveloped him in the most beautiful way; more incredible than ever. He parted his lips and captured hers, sucking tenderly upon her lower lip as he began thrusting deep within her body.
Emma whimpered softly and slid her hands into his hair, dragging her fingernails against his scalp. Her ankles crossed behind his back as she pushed her hips toward him in time with his thrusts, feet still clad in red velvet stilettos from her evening’s attire. The heat of the moment completely encompassed her body, sending shivers down her spine with each movement together. She felt a single tear slipping down her cheek; an involuntary reaction she hoped Killian would not see. It was not any particular action of his which brought about her emotions. Emma simply knew how dangerous the situation was. She was falling in love with this man, and in this moment, she almost felt as if he had the same feelings for her. But in her heart, she knew it was all too good to be true.
Breaking away from the kiss, Killian moved to his knees upon the bed. He raised Emma’s leg over his shoulder, kissing the side of her knee before pushing deeper inside of her. He allowed his fingers to find her clit, stroking over and around the sensitive nub to coax her over an edge.
“Cum for me Emma,” he whispered as he watched her, “cum on my cock, darling.”
With a shout, Emma arched her back sharply and grasped the bed sheets, twisting them in her hands. She gasped for air, feeling her orgasm pulse through her. Never before had a man treated her in this manner. Not even prior to her time as an escort had someone insisted on pleasing her first. As her walls tightened around him, she felt him grunt through his own orgasm, pulling her hips hard against him as he emptied inside of her. He collapsed forward, supporting himself on his elbows as he kissed lazily against her neck, up the side of her face, and then finally to her lips.
“You’re amazing,” he whispered, combing his fingers up into her hair. “Bloody amazing, my love.”
Emma’s breath stilled slightly as she heard his words. He had called her ‘love’ before, but never ‘my love’. Perhaps it was a similar sentiment, or maybe he was lost in the moment as she had been. Brushing away indulgent thoughts, she smiled and returned his kisses. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
He chuckled and kissed her once more as he caught his breath. After pulling back, he kissed his way over her stomach and down her legs. He knelt at the edge of the bed and slowly unstrapped her heels, kissing the tops of her feet as he tugged them away. “These shoes look like murder,” he laughed, rubbing at her soles.
“Worth it,” she smirked, hoisting herself up slightly on her elbows to watch him. She licked her lips slowly and took in a deep breath. “How is it possible that you’re a single man?”
Killian raised an eyebrow at her. “I’m a difficult man.”
Shaking her head, Emma clicked her tongue, “I have not found that to be true.”
Killian moved to settle himself into bed beside her, tugging up the covers. He remained silent on the subject until then, pulling her into his arms. Emma dragged her fingers through the hair upon his chest.
“I’ve been more married to my job for years,” he finally answered. “Milah, my ex-wife, and I divorced because we decided we wanted different things. She had the urge to travel; to see the world. I needed to build my company.”
“You loved your job more than you loved her,” Emma responded, glancing up at him. Killian merely nodded in reply. “Do you think you’re capable of true love, then? That isn’t for a business venture, I mean? Or are your priorities firmly set?”
Had the question been posed a week earlier, Killian would have answered immediately. He knew himself to be a hard-hearted, focused bastard with a penchant for the thrill of the deal. But now, holding Emma in his arms, he was uncertain. “I…I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “I suppose I would be willing to find out.”
Emma kept her smile concealed from him as she stroked his soft skin, fingers dancing from one freckle to the next, as if connecting the dots.
“Stay with me tomorrow,” she finally said, glancing back up at him. “Take the day off and…let’s enjoy ourselves.”
With a laugh, Killian shook his head. “You’re asking the wrong man to have fun.”
“You don’t like fun?” She asked, biting down on her lower lip.
“Well, I didn’t say that,” he snickered, sliding his palm down the small of her back to her naked derriere. “I guess…I do own the company. Suppose I can do as I wish.”
“And what do you wish?” She asked, sliding her leg over his bare waist as she moved to straddle him. She pushed her long blonde locks away from her face, settling herself just over his hips.
Eyes trailing over her magnificent physique, Killian breathed in deeply. He could feel his body reacting to her already, anxious for another round. “To spend every moment I have with you.”
