Ruby stirred her drink absently, her attention drawn to the intricate designs of the bar mat (that were really rings of beer or wine) and very far away from the current situation. She was meant to be waiting for Killian, finally glad he'd come around and decided to take her out again, especially since they had had such a good time before. And now... all she could think about was the way Graham said 'Emma'. Emma Swan. Jealously stung at her heart, and she took a heavy drink of the vodka and raspberry drink when the familiar accent filled her ears, and a scratchy kiss was pressed to her cheek.
"Sorry I'm late love, had a bit o' car trouble," KIllian sat on the bar stood at her side, looking handsome in a dark suit and tousled hair. "Rum, straight, my friend." He said to the bartender, slapping a credit card on the counter. Ruby sat up straight and forced a smile, glad for company to brush away those thoughts.
"Thought you were going to stand me up again," She sipped on her drink, red lips playing in a smile. As much as she knew they weren't compatible anywhere but the bedroom and the bar, things would be so much easier if they were truly an item. She wouldn't be worrying about Graham and Emma, for instance. Ordering another drink (on his tab, of course), Ruby pulled her stool closer, glad for the touch of a calloused hand to drive away more boring, desperate, and un-Ruby-like thoughts.
"You? Never." He grinned boyishly, letting go of her bare leg to sip at his drink. He almost always only drank rum, leaving a signature scent of his cologne and coconut on her skin when she left his place in the early hours of the day. Ruby smiled back, and they began their usual banter that grew increasingly hard to discern, his accent thickening after each drink. She had all but forgotten about Emma Swan by the time they had finished a second round of tequila shots, his expression from the sourness of lemon driving her to near-maniacal laughter in the busy bar. They were arguing about his better and worse designs and the vandalism that came at her hand when a strange look came on his face as he stared over her shoulder. Ruby frowned, and turned to look to see what he had seen, but before she could see anyone familiar, his hand was on her chin pulling her into a kiss.
As a rule they never really kissed, at least not in public. Though Killian Jones was a fantastic kisser, who knew exactly how to push her buttons, she had to pull away abruptly. She wiped the lipstick she knew would be smeared, and frowned at her date. "What was that for?"
Killian shook his head instead of giving an actual reply, and when she turned to see exactly what spurred this out of character kiss, she saw no one. He finished the last shots ("Hey, that was mine."), grabbed his jacket and pulled her arm through his own. "Come on, let's get out of here." His voice was slurred by drink, though Ruby was just as bad, sighing girlishly when he pushed her against the side of his car around the corner and kissed her shoulder. If he had been acting strangely it was all forgotten by messy kisses, a tug of her hair, and a throaty groan from the architect.
She didn't quite remember how they had gotten back to the inn, but by the state of her shoes she suspected it was a long stumble from the Rabbit Hole to her bed. Several hours later, she moved about her room gingerly and pulled on the scrap of red lace that was her underwear, discarded before a long night of very lovely, a little rough, and exceptionally good sex. He watched her aimlessly, his face uncharacteristically blank as she pulled clothing over her bare skin.
"You okay?" Ruby asked, pulling on the old shirt that had become her pyjamas. Suddenly he jumped up, tugged on his dress pants and buttoned his shirt all wrong. "Killian? Come on, I wasn't that bad, was I?"
His face cracked a smile for barely a second, and he shook his head. "Actually, you were quite brilliant-- especially that thing you did with your tongue." She snorted at that comment, and handed him a discarded sock. "Bloody brilliant, really. I've just remembered I have an appointment in the morning with a new client." She knew that was a lie-- no one did anything of interest on Sundays in Storybrooke, least of all work. But she simply shrugged, and returned the kiss when he gave her one. She wondered if this was what it was like to kiss Graham, perhaps with a little more beard, and feelings beyond what were between Killian and Ruby. Not just lust and sexual chemistry, but a kiss that would have left her curling her toes and smiling, instead of wishing it to be over. Emma Swan would know. She pulled away from the kiss with a forced smile, and opened the door to the corridor.
