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CS modern AU, rated T (based on 2 prompts from kendracs)
They were best friends forever. When they grew up, they became lovers. But he walked away without looking back, and she never forgave him for breaking her heart. Now, while she tries to move on, her dead hopes are revived when he storms through her life a second time.
She wants to resist him. She really does. But he answers her list a hundred times over - because, flawed or not, he has always been the perfect man for her.
A/N: Hi there. If you’re following me here or on FF, you probably know I’ve been on hiatus for a while. Sadly, I’ve been going through a lot of issues - some of them are still on-going. Some have to do with CS and this fandom and fanfiction and my writing, while others have to do with RL. I can’t make any promises to update any of my fics soon, including this one, but I’d like to dedicate this update to the group of people who really made a difference and lifted my spirits (I’m so sorry if I forget anyone, anon or not - please know that I love you all!): colinodonewithyouu, lovesucksmaniac, nfbagelperson, sassy-hook, itsalostgirlthing, snowanchester, captainsduckling, loridia, and yousaidwho.
Last, but certainly not least…a special shout-out and humongous thank you to believing-in-words, who has agreed to be my beta. You are patient and magnificent and thank you so much for putting up with all my rants and epistle-like messages! I appreciate your insight and your feedback so much - you have no idea how much.
Now, on to the story…there is one part left after this, plus the epilogue. Meaning…only 1 more post on Tumblr. The ending is near, which is a sad thing, but I hope, for those who’ve read this fic, that you’ve also enjoyed the journey so far. I may not be one of the great CS writers, or FF/Tumblr famous, but… Thank you - always - for taking the time to read my work.
Almost 5000 words here. Warning: lots of Gremma, but there’s some CS too. Un-beta’d.
The last thing Emma expected at six o’clock in the morning was Killian swaggering toward her, dressed in only his pajama bottoms, holding a breakfast tray laden with treats and flowers and steaming drinks.
And he was crooning “Never Gonna Leave This Bed.”
Her eyes popped open, the effect making her yawn immediately. “You can’t be serious.”
His smile widened as he continued to sing, swaying somewhat to the rhythm of the love song. Initially, it was the wafting smell of her morning meal that had captured her attention, but now… As evidenced by the growing heat trickling down her neck and deep into her very bones, her body was desiring something much different from food.
Then, when he slid the tray onto the bedside table, kneeling down on the mattress, crouching over her with such adoration in his gaze, the slight trembling in his voice when he repeated the seductive chorus, reaching the conclusion…
This was the boy she had been infatuated with as a teen. And he was the man she had fallen for as an adult. He had changed her life, and she hoped that she was a positive addition to his. Their compatibility wasn’t outlined in their dislikes or likes, or how well they got along or how often they argued. With Killian, it had always been simple.
Unlike in the romantic comedies where the main characters got laid and then figured out their feelings afterwards ― an order of events Emma had never quite understood ― they had started out the rough-and-tumble way. Their story wasn’t really a comedy, and the romance was in bits and pieces.
But that was absolutely fine with her, because she wouldn’t have had it any other way.
“What’s all this for?” she asked, suspicion creeping into her tone while he slowly kissed her knuckles. “Let me guess: you have bad news and you’re trying to break it to me gently.”
His laughter filled the room, raucous and loud. “Can’t a man treat his sweetheart without being suspected of secrets?”
When she crossed her arms over her chest ― which didn’t cover much anyway, as she was only in her sleeping underwear ― and arched her eyebrows at him expectantly, he covered his remaining chuckles with the back of his hand. “I’m not trying to bribe you into compliance, my love.” He licked at his lips, eyes alight. “Nor would I ever dare to provoke your ire and then trick you into forgiving me with make-up food.”
She half-smiled. “You mean make-up sex?”
In an instant, she was pressed up against the headboard, his chest colliding with her already tender nipples in a dangerous manner. “We seem to explore this particular subject a lot,” he remarked, husky lilt growling out his approval.
Summary: Friends AU. Neal left Emma at the altar 1 year ago. Now she’s living with Mary-Margaret, hanging out with Ruby, and she’s good this way. Until a cocky dark-haired man comes knocking at her door, asking her for some cinnamon…
Type: Humor / Romance
A clue about the contents of this 3rd chapter: “Revenge is a dick best served cold…”
Intense and real