Studying for Finals a la Killian [College AU]

Summary: This is basically "Studying For Finals" but from Killian's perspective.

A/N: I know that I said that I was writing something else, but I earlier today I got a PM from xarrya about how she reread TCE and got feels, which made me reread the first chapter before my lecture and I gave myself feels. Long story short, I got inspired to write that chapter in Killian's point of view. DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING, HUH? It's been a while since I've uploaded anything, so I hope you all enjoy this little bit! :] (BTW for those of you on the tumblr circuit I made a sideblog solely for OUAT and Sleepy Hollow (it's an awesome show go check it out!) called captainsasschabod, so I'll be posting my future chapters, including this one, on that account now. drop by and say hi!)

A/N 2: So I got a guest review about how this chapter was a copy of chapter 1. That was kind of the point I was going for. It's that exact scene, but from Killian's perspective, so some parts are verbatim from ch 1. Idk sorry that just irked me a bit and I had no way of clarifying to the reviewer.

The things he did for Emma Swan.

Killian was wandering through the fifth floor of the library trying to find his neighbor. She had texted him earlier that afternoon asking if he could bring her hot chocolate and a pastry as a pick me up from all the studying she's been doing. He knew that her upcoming final was important and brain food was a must. He'd do anything to help a fellow neighbor out. That plus he was crazy heads-over-heels for her. Yeah. That probably had a lot to do with it. He was smitten. Not that Emma seemed to realize… not from his perspective, anyways. After wandering past rows of bookshelves and tables Killian finally found his Swan nestled away in a corner of the library floor.

He walked up to her slumped form and had to smile at the scene she painted. Her face was faceplanted into her textbook. There were loose papers and equation sheets scattered across the table top. Her notebook had even more formulas written in it. Empty energy drinks and snack containers were shoved to the unoccupied side of the table. She wasn't kidding about needing that pick me up.

"I have an order of one venti hot chocolate with cinnamon and a warmed chocolate chip muffin for my favorite lass."

Emma lifted her head up and saw the treats that Killian brought for her. She immediately grabbed the drink from his hands and gulped it greedily.

"Killian you're a lifesaver," she moaned. Killian was barely able to restrain the shiver threatening to travel down his spine.

It should be illegal for her to use that tone of voice.

"That's me, Super Killian to the rescue," he managed to say, chuckling in order to cover the weak tone of his voice. It seemed to work because Emma was still cradling her drink. He glanced at her notebook and blanched. Killian took the seat next to her and peered closer at her notes. "All I see are equations and symbols but no numbers."

Emma leaned back in her chair and groaned. Her long, slender fingers threaded through her hair, an action that Killian enjoyed thoroughly. "I know. I can't remember the last time I saw an actual number. Remind me again why I decided to take this class?"

There was something in the way she was looking at him that made him melt a little inside. Her eyes were big and round, begging him to distract her from the pain she was in. He smirked and slung his arm onto the back of her chair. He leaned in close and smelled that faint scent of vanilla and cinnamon that was completely and utterly Emma.

"Because I made the class sound so good?"

He could see different emotions flickering across her eyes before she rolled her eyes and took a bite out of her muffin.

"Oh beautiful muffin of chocolate, I forgot how much I love the taste of you," cooed Emma. Killian snorted at her actions.

I know what else you could get a taste of…

Killian smirked.

"What, no love for the handsome Irish man who went on a Starbucks run for you, darling?" He pursed his lips into what he knew was an over-the-top pout. Emma quietly laughed at him.

"Every time you do that I always think of Flynn from Tangled."

"You wound me, love. If anything I would be a more roguish Disney character, like that Jack Sparrow. Now there's a man I can admire."

"If we're choosing from Disney pirates then you'd be Captain Hook."

Killian clutched his heart with his free hand. "Captain Hook? Lass, you wound me ever so. Have you not seen me?"

"You can totally pull off the oversized hat and pointy mustache look," teased Emma, continuing to take small bites of her muffin. Her eyes fluttered a bit. "Mhm yes. This was most definitely needed," she moaned.

Did that vixen not know what she was doing to him making sounds like that? He'd imagine her making those noises in other more enjoyable activities, especially with her on her back, face flushed with the heat of desire, her eyes begging for him and him alone… How dare that bloody muffin evoke a reaction that he could only dream about?

Killian grabbed Emma's hand that held the offending pastry and took a bite of it, maintaining eye contact with her the entire time. He chewed deliberately slowly, savoring the bite. He noticed a slight pink tinge spreading across Emma's cheeks. Just as planned. He let go of her hand and smirked. "I can see why this treat would get you so… excited."

Damn this muffin. It's delicious.

Emma blinked once and proceeded to smack his head.

"What the bloody hell?!"

"Forget being Captain Hook. You should be called Captain Innuendo."

Killian chuckled. "Darling, you know you adore my teasing, especially when they elicit such telling reactions from you." She rolled her eyes in response.

"You know, I heard that if you roll your eyes too many times they get stuck like that."

Emma rolled her eyes again, probably to spite him. Killian crinkled his in amusement.

She finished the last bit of her muffin and took a swig of her hot chocolate, glancing at her textbook and notebook. "Don't you also have finals to study for?"

"Me? Why, I finished my last one this morning."

And thank all things holy for that.

"You lucky bastard."

"I know. My lovely mistress the bed has been deprived of me all week. I now have the chance to come back and show her just how much I missed her. We will have such a torrid love affair tonight. I apologize for all the noise ahead of time, love."

Emma facepalmed, causing Killian to burst into a fit of laughter. Her reactions never fail to entertain him. The pair received an annoyed "Shhh!" from a nearby table. Emma smacked Killian once more as he calmed himself.

"What would my life be like without you, Killian?"

"What indeed," he murmured softly. Killian life had changed for the better ever since he met this incredible person, this wonderful and utterly amazing woman. He smiled at how lucky he was to have her. Emma turned to look at him and his heart started beating faster. He could feel his chest swell with something warm and pleasant, like he was going to burst from all the emotions he was feeling. He had to leave, fast, before he gave into his desires.

"Well, darling, I'm beat. I'm going to head back to my place and sleep like the dead."

He was leaving. Yes. Leaving. Killian stood up and was about to head out, but at the last second he placed a hand on her shoulder. So much for not giving in. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, trailing his lips to the shell of her ear. "Good luck, Emma."

He breathed her in. Her scent was intoxicating. She turned her head so she was looking right at him. Mere inches separated their faces. Her eyes bore into his, trying to read him as usual. He learned long ago that he doesn't mind it. In fact, he gladly welcomes it in its entirety, and he would do all he could to take her in whole. His eyes traveled down to her lips, and wondered if they would taste as wonderful as the way she smells. He noticed her eyes also straying from his own. She angled her head upwards, bringing her lips marginally closer to his. When their eyes connected again, a shock of electricity coursed through him. The intensity of his gaze increased, and he could feel his resolve crumbling away. He leaned in closer to her, his hand moving from her shoulder to cup her cheek. He brought his lips dangerously close to hers, practically tasting the heated flesh that he knows will be absolutely perfect and-

"Emma! There you are!"

The two jolted back from each other and swiveled their heads in the direction of the call. A blonde woman, maybe Emma's classmate, was walking towards them. "Sorry I took so long. I had trouble finding this place." She stopped when she realized Killian was also there. "Hi I'm Ashley! Are you here to study with us too?"

Killian shook himself out of his stupor and gave the girl a tight smile. "Nope. I just dropped by to give Emma her drink. I'll leave you two lovely lasses to your studying." With a nod to Emma, he walked away from the table.

He quickly walked past the bookshelves and headed for the door leading to the stairwell. Once he shut the door he leaned against it and let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding. Killian brought his hand to his face and sighed.

What the hell did I almost do?!

I hope you enjoyed this bit! I should be updating a bit more often now that I'm back in school (and in my final year of undergrad eek!). Reviews and criticisms are welcomed with open arms. Until next time! :]

LESS THAN 72 HOURS UNTIL EPISODE TWO AHHH WHO'S EXCITED?!