A Never Event [Teacher/Student]

Chapter Eighteen - New Memories

Emerys did indeed arrive at Killian's just as his taxi pulled in front of the drive way.
She smiled when he saw her walking up the street just as he was closing the cab door.
"Hello, love." Killian curled the right corner of his lips into a small half smile.
"Hey." She replied, simply.
"Come on in." He said, moving towards his front door as he pulled out his house key.
Inside, Killian went straight for the fridge, pulling out a bottle of Captain Morgan's spiced rum. He glanced at Emerys and gestured to her with the tip of the bottle.
Emerys nodded to his silent offer.
"So what did you want to see me for?" He asked as he poured the golden liquid into two whiskey glasses. "Or were you being honest about the four walls syndrome?"
"Half honest. Honestly, and not to sound creepy or weird or anything, I just wanted to look at you." Emerys sighed, taking a seat at one of the bar stools as Killian slid one of the glasses over to her.
He smirked. "Well, here I am. Fully available for looking."
Emerys breathed a chuckle as she took a sip of the rum, feeling the familiar and welcome burn as it travelled down her throat.
"You don't know how badly I want to remember anything. I look at the pictures on my phone of all the friends I've made since I moved here and they're just strangers. I've been texting with them all week and they've been trying to trigger some sort of memory, but it just hasn't worked. You can't even imagine how frustrating it is." She sighed, placing her glass down to run her fingers through her icy white hair.
"I'm probably one of the only people who even comes close to knowing how you feel. I've lost my girlfriend. The woman I love." Killian frowned, moving over to her to take her hand.
"I'm sorry... I keep..."
"Forgetting. I know." Killian all but whispered.
Emerys looked into his eyes with pools forming at her waterlines.
"Help me remember, Killian. I want to love you like I did in all those texts. I want to feel how I do when I listen to Landslide all the time. I want to have all of that again. So... Please. Help me." She sniffed, allowing her tears to fall free.
Killian gave her a sad smile, cupping her face and using his thumb to wipe away her tears.
"I'll do everything in my power to help you remember, Emerys. I promise." He said.
Emerys moved away from him for a moment and wiped her face clean before leaning into him.
Killian sighed, placing his glass down on the counter before wrapping his arms around her tightly, leaning his chin on her head.
The pair stayed there for a few seconds, just happy in the silence.
Emerys couldn't help but feel safe in Killian's arms. Safe and happy.
She then looked up at him, their faces just inches apart.
Killian didn't want to feel like he was pushing her by leaning in, but instead, she did.
Their lips touched delicately, Emerys' hand finding its way to the scruff on his jawline.
She twisted herself into a more comfortable position as their kiss deepened, the other hand weaving into Killian's hair as his found her hips.
Emerys felt bold and slightly desperate as she wrapped her legs around his, pushing him into the gap between them from her seated position.
"Take me upstairs." She whispered against his lips.
Killian pulled away, pushing a lock of loose hair away from her face.
"Are you sure, love?" He mumbled.
Emerys simply nodded, unable to take her gaze away from his sweet tasting plush lips.

As soon as Killian's bedroom door closed, she pushed him onto the bed, knowing full well that he was respectful enough to let her take the lead, letting her go at her own pace.
Before reconnecting their kiss, Emerys pulled his shirt over his head and did the same with her dress, casting them both to the floor.
The second their mouths re-joined, Emerys started work on his belt, button and zipper, removing his pants as quickly as she could.
Without taking her mouth off of his, Emerys glanced down to see Killian had already created a tent in his boxers. She smirked into the kiss.
Killian's hands moved to the clasp on her bra, wasting no time in unclipping and removing it.
Before long, they we both fully undressed.
Killian sat on the edge of the bed with Emerys straddling his lap, the tip of his length teasing her dampening entrance.
He decided to tease her a little more, knowing full well that she hated it.
"That's not fair." She mumbled, giving his bottom lip a sharp bite.
"Ow..." He groaned, unable to hide his smirk.
"You know exactly what to do concerning me. I remember nothing about what you like." She frowned.
"This isn't about me. But would you like me to take the lead?" Killian raised an eyebrow.
Emerys thought about it for a moment before nodding, slowly.
Killian latched his mouth onto the sweet spot on her neck, just below her ear, causing a soft moan to escape Emerys' lips as she tipped her head back.
Killian's hands traced the curves on her back as he slowly pushed himself inside her. Emerys gasped out in ecstasy, her fingernails digging into his shoulders.
This wasn't anything like Killian and Emerys had done before. He was used to having hours of fucking and borderline abuse – having a fun time giggling as they counted the bruises they left on one another because of how rough they'd been. But this was nothing like that. This was soft, sensual and tantalising. This was love making.

The pair laid in bed, wrapping in each other'slimbs as they enjoyed the silence – the only thing breaking it being theirbreaths.
"Killian?" Emerys looked up slightly.
"Aye, love?"
"Did we get to the 'I love you's in our relationship?" She asked carefully.
Killian let out a small sigh. "Aye, we did."
"Who said it first?"
"I did, sort of. We were in New Orleans and you had a run in with Jake. We hadan argument about what went on between you two. That night, I thought you wereasleep and I told you I loved you. But you weren't, as I discovered a couple ofdays later when you told me and said you loved me too." He said.
Emerys propped herself up on her elbow and looked at him.
"So you know about Jake then..." She whispered.
"Aye." He nodded.
Emerys closed her eyes, the memories of her dreaded relationship with the boyhaunted her all over again until memories she didn't recognise overpoweredthem.
"We were just coming out of Theodora's shop." She mumbled. "Jake bumped into usoutside."
Killian's attention fully peaked.
"That's exactly what happened." Hesaid.
Like a wave, every single memory of the past year came flooding back to thegirl.
She gasped as her eyes shot open.
"It was him." She exclaimed.
"What do you mean?" Killian frowned.
"Jake is in Storybrooke. He met me on the docks. We had a fight and... He pushedme and I hit my head, that's why I lost my memories." She looked Killian deadin the eye. "Killian, I remember."