CaptainSwan in College

The Party

*Emma's POV *

By the time Ruby was done with me, I barely looked like myself. I had my contacts in so her handiwork could be seen, including dark makeup and bright red lipstick. She'd taken my hair out of its ponytail and it now fell in carefully placed curls around my face.

At first I refused the dress she gave me, seeing as it covered next to nothing, but she turned out to be extremely persuasive. She handed me a pair of ridiculous red heels and I was ready. She got ready and we were off, me complaining the entire walk.

"Come on, cheer up!" She insisted, wrapping her arm around my shoulders. "It'll be fun! And besides, Killian might be there."

"Shut up," I blushed, making her laugh as she skipped down the sidewalk.

I could hear the music halfway down the block, making me internationally groan. It was even worse when we got inside, immediately surrounded by so many people I couldn't breathe. I grabbed at least three shots as Ruby dragged me to the keg.

An hour later I was close to drunk for the first time in my life and actually dancing right next to one of the speakers. I felt hands on my hips and flinched, quickly moving away. I couldn't go far in the crowds of people and the same stranger pulled me back.

"Get off of me!" I yelled over the music, trying to get away from him.

"Come on, baby," he said in my ear, making my skin crawl. "Don't be like that. Just dance with me."

"I said no!" I tried to fight him but he held me hard enough to bruise and make me cry out. Then suddenly he was just gone.

"The lady said no!" I heard a familiar voice yell, turning to see Killian in the guys now bloody face. "So I suggest you back the hell off!"

The guy looked honestly terrified, quickly getting up and hurrying away. Everyone was staring as I stood in shock and Killian wrapped his arm around my shoulders and led me the other direction into the nearly empty back room.

"Are you alright?" He asked gently, turning to me and lifting my chin. I swallowed hard and nodded, my eyes locked on his. "You're sure?"

"I'm okay," I said weakly. "Thank you."

"I'm know it's not my place to step in like that, I just," he sighed, looking down and scratching behind his ear. "I couldn't stand to see someone hurting you... even touching you..."

That took me by surprise, the alcohol giving me the courage to go around my walls. I put my hand on his cheek, stepping closer and resting my other hand on his chest.

"Would you prefer you be the one touching me then?" I asked quietly and his head snapped up, searching my eyes. "Because I think I would."

"How much have you had to drink?" He asked causiously. "Maybe I should take you home and we can talk when you're sober."

"I'm not drunk," I said seriously. "But I'll go if you want me to."

He sighed, looking conflicted as he wrapped his arm back around me and led me out of the building. It was a silent walk to our building and my door.

"You gunna be okay alone?" He asked, concern filling his voice.

"If I say no will you stay?" I asked hopefully. "You can sleep on the sofa if you'd rather, I just..."

I trailed off and he sighed, nodding. I led him inside, dropping my keys on the table by the door and putting my hand on his shoulder to steady myself as I took my shoes off.

I went to my room, changing into sweats and the random sweatshirt I'd found on my bed earlier. I washed my face, removing all traces of makeup before walking back to the living room. Killian was sitting on the sofa, looking lost in thought until I plopped down beside him.

"Well now that I can actually see your face," he gave me a small smile, brushing hair out of my eyes. "How are you feeling?"

"I told you I'm fine,"I sighed but half smiled. "And I'm not drunk, so stop avoiding my question."

"And what question is that?" He raised an eyebrow like he knew it distracted me.

"You said you didn't want other people touching me," I said quietly, looking down and wringing my hands. "I asked if you'd rather be the one to touch me."

"Emma," he put his hands on mine to make them still and I looked up at him through my eyelashes. "I can't even explain how much I want to be the one touching you... but..."

"But what?" I pushed a little and he looked away from me, his hand still on mine.

"But I want this to be different," he sighed. "As I'm sure you've heard, I've never been the commitment type at all. My roommate literally used the term 'hump and dump'. I refuse to let this be that way."

"Ruby told me," I nodded. "But she also told me you'd never taken a girl out even for coffee like you did with me. This is already different."

"I don't want to rush and take advantage of you like that," he said in barely a whisper.

"Well I've never done anything in that department, so I can assure you that we'd be going slow," I said though I was so nervous about how he'd react and he looked up, searching my face.

"You've really never..."

"I was never in one place long enough to have a guy show real interest in me," I shrugged. "I wanted it to be right, and no one's ever really cared about me enough for me to let them touch me at all."

"You," I saw him swallow. "You said you wanted me to, though."

"Yes I did," I smiled a little and his hand moved to my cheek. "And that hasn't changed."

He looked conflicted even as he leaned closer. I held my breath, closing my eyes as his lips just barely pressed to mine.

Cliffhanger...ish? So what did you think? Should I continue this story?