bemusedbicycle:

It was a beautiful moment on Tuesday when I finished the damn thing - and a not so beautiful moment when I promptly deleted it. So hopefully this second version doesn’t seem too forced. I’ve had far less time to write this week than anticipated.

I enjoy each and every comment and message you guys send my way. Writing this makes me unbelievably happy.

Another M rated chapter.

(These two were made to bone, sorry not sorry.)

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Chapter 9

“You certainly look chipper.” Ruby glances up at her from where she’s organizing name plates for the photo shoot, sliding a coffee over to her before turning back to her work. Bless her beautiful, thoughtful soul. “Did you get laid or something?”

Ruby snickers to herself (professional as always, jesus) as Emma blushes, sipping at her latte instead of answering. She can feel the heat climbing her cheeks (Killian moving above her, that damn smirk on his face, his hips rolling over hers as he lifts her leg higher) and she internally urges herself to calm down because there is no way Ruby knows – no possible way –

“Oh my god, you did, didn’t you?” Ruby’s mouth drops open and she leans forward, a glint in her eye, practically vibrating in her excitement. “It’s about time. Who was it?”

Emma scratches behind her ear (she really needs to stop spending so much time around him) and self-consciously adjusts her braid over her shoulder, covering the hickey that she knows is on her neck. She had attempted to cover it with makeup this morning, but it was turning purple at the edges, and no level of concealer was doing the trick.

God damned adolescent.

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