"For the love of god Killian," Emma exasperated, "how many times have I told you to put the toilet seat down?"

She could hear him laughing from the kitchen before she was around the corner.

"What's wrong Princess Swan?" he taunted, "almost fall in again?"

He was standing at the sink facing away from her but she could see his shoulders shaking with laughter. He was still wearing his pajamas bottoms and sleeping shirt and his hair was a mess atop his head.

"We agreed before you moved in that if we were going to be roommates, you'd take into account my needs," she joked. "One of those needs being leaving the toilet seat down."

"I do take into account your needs love," he said as he put down his glass of orange juice and grabbed her waist with one hand, pulling her closer.

She was instantly mesmerized by his eyes and without even realizing it, her lips parted. They were so close; it seemed to Emma that they could hold up a thin sheet of paper between their stomachs. He leaned into her sealing the invisible gap between them and she tilter her head to the side as if on cue, allowing him to plant soft, slow kisses on her neck.

"We need to stop doing this," she said, allowing her eyes to flutter shut.

"You need to stop trying to deflect everything I do love," he whispered against her skin.

"I don't…deflect everything," she protested.

Killian pulled away at that and raised one eyebrow. God, how she loved when he looked at her like that.

"Quit pulling my leg lass," she knew what he was doing; always challenging her to take the next step.

So she did.

She took a step towards him and grabbed him by the collar of his black shirt, pushing him back against the fridge while planting a deep kiss on his lips.

They really did need to stop doing this, she thought, she was starting to see him in her dreams.

His hands were already moving up her back, her neck, and into her hair. It was the usual routine at this point.

They were so close she could now feel his stomach muscles against hers. His strong arms were holding her against him and she felt so safe there. Like this was how things were supposed to be…but no…a girl like her was supposed to end up with…well she didn't know yet. But it wasn't him. Not her best friend.

"Hook," she said as she pulled away from his kissed and placed her hands on his heaving chest.

"I wish you'd stop calling me that love," he laughed, "Jeez you get drunk once and pretend you're a pirate and you're labelled for the rest of your life."

"That ones on you mate," she said with her best impression of his accent. She ducked under his arm. "I need to get to class and you need to go shower."

"Ayye. Hey, you want this?" he asked, holding up one shiny red apple.

"No thanks," she said after glancing back with shining eyes, "I don't like apples."

"Me either," he replied tossing it back into the basket without a glance, "don't know why we keep getting them."