January and most of February became a drag for Emerys and Killian.
But eventually school break came around and they had four days of bliss in New Orleans.
After finishing school for the day, Emerys went home and grabbed her travel bag.
"Everything packed?" Jocelyn asked, poking her head through the door.
"Yep." Emerys grinned, clapping her hands together.
"I can't believe Daniel paid for you to go out there. He must be so excited to see you." Her mother chuckled.
Emerys had told her mother that her former high school best friend had saved up and bought her a ticket so that no questions would be raised.
"I'm excited to see him too, mom. This trip is going to be amazing." Emerys smiled just as a text came through on her phone.
'I'm parked at the end of your street x' Killian said.
"Ruby's here to take me to the airport." She told her mom.
"Well, come on then. You have a plane to catch." Jocelyn beckoned her through the door, excited to see her daughter so happy.

"Hello, love." Killian smiled as she got in the passenger seat after ditching her bag in the trunk.
"Hey." Emerys beamed, leaning over to kiss him.
"All ready?" He asked.
"Of course."
They drove to Portland, Maine, heading for the International airport and soon enough, they were boarding the plane.
"I can't get over the excitement. I don't even know what I'm going to show you first." Emerys bounced up and down in her seat with pure, unadulterated joy.
"I thought you had a list?" Killian raised a playful eyebrow.
"I do, but it's in my bag." Emerys replied.

They eventually got to New Orleans and were instantly hit with the humidity.
"Fuck, I'm not used to this..." Killian chuckled, wincing at the bright sunlight despite his sunglasses.
"You will. Check in first?" Emerys practically jogged over to the taxi rank with a spring prominent in her step.
"Aye." Killian smiled, following her into the car. "The Hotel Royal please, mate."

The hotel was beautiful. The courtyard in its centre was bright with the New Orleans sun, the fountain in the middle flowed perfectly, the sound of its gentle waters was music to the pair's ears.
The room they had been put in was completely white with dark wood floors. The balcony overlooking Royal Street was as stunning as the rest of the hotel.
Emerys stood at the balcony rails, watching over all the people going about their day. It was obvious to her who was local and who was a tourist.
She felt arms wrap around her waist and instantly leaned back against Killian's chest, her head falling into the crook of his neck.
"Are you happy?" He asked, softly.
"The happiest I've been in a long time, if that's possible." She gently giggled.
"Me too." He whispered, kissing her temple.
"So," The girl smirked, turning around in Killian's arms, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "Where in gorgeous NOLA would you like to go first?"
"I'm a little hungry, if I'm honest, love." He smiled.
"Hungry hungry or munchies hungry?" Emerys raised an eyebrow.
"I can do munchies hungry, for now." He chuckled.
"Very well. It's time for Beignets." She grinned, pulling herself from her love's grasp. "I'm taking you to the Café Du Monde."

They sat on the patio garden outside the Café, sipping coffee.
Emerys watched with pure anticipation as Killian took one of the Beignets from the plate of six in front of them.
"The best Beignets in the country, you say?" Killian smirked.
"In the world." Emerys corrected.
"Oh wow. No pressure on them, then." He laughed.
"Take a bite and tell me I'm wrong." She scowled playfully, watching him over the rim of her coffee cup as she took another sip.
Killian took a deep breath, charged his Beignet and took a bite, powdered sugar falling into the napkin he held underneath.
"Oh my God..." He mumbled with his mouth full. "This is incredible."
"Told you." Emerys winked, finally opting to take one for herself.
"This is powdered heaven." Killian exclaimed.
"Like I said; best Beignets in the world for over one hundred and fifty years, right here at the Café Du Monde." She wagged her finger towards the café with emphasis.
"I don't think I've ever heard truer words." Killian smiled.
Emerys couldn't help but laugh at the layer of powdered sugar coating his top lip and stubble, so reached out and wiped it away with her thumb, being sure not to waste any by sticking her thumb in her mouth.

When the evening came, Killian and Emerys were walking through Lafayette Cemetery One, looking over all the names and trying to figure out how they lived before they died.
"He sounds like a baker." Emerys chuckled, pointing to a tomb to her left.
"Probably right, love. That one was definitely either a florist or a nurse." Killian smirked, pointing to another.
"How'd you figure that one?" Emerys laughed.
"With a name like Florence Adelaide, that's obviously going to be the case."
"That's a fair point..." She shrugged.
"What to do now?" Killian sighed, gently squeezing Emerys' hand.
"I think food is in order. Then back to the hotel?" Emerys raised a curious eyebrow.
"I think that sounds like a good plan." He smiled, kissing her hair as he pulled her into him, exchanging hand holding for an arm over her shoulders.

After going on a successful search for the best Gumbo in the city, Killian stopped in a Liquor store to get some drinks.
"What did you get?" Emerys asked, meeting him outside the door.
"The only thing I could think of that would be even remotely appropriate." Killian smirked, reaching into the brown paper bag to show her the large bottle of Southern Comfort.
"Ooh. Aye, Captain." Emerys giggled, hugging him close as they walked, laughing most of the way back to their room.

They'd barely had a sip of their drinks before Killian practically launched himself at Emerys, connecting their lips instantly.
The girl instinctively let out a satisfied moan as her fingers found themselves entangled in his hair as his hands snaked their way over her hips and the top of her ass.
It wasn't long before both were stripped of their clothing and making their way over to the bed.
Emerys fell back as Killian peppered kisses along her chest, expertly working his way down her ribcage, stomach and pelvis – his stubble prickling her skin, making her shudder pleasantly.
She bent her legs at the knee, creating the perfect spot for Killian to place his head as his mouth found the tiny bundle of nerves he so desperately craved the taste of.
His mouth latched on as though he were some sort of Vampire and her juices were the only thing he needed to stay alive.
He traced a small circle around her clit, causing Emerys' hips to buck slightly at the sensation, her hands balling the sheets into her fists.
"Killian..." She breathed as her eyes fell closed.
The man between her legs couldn't help but smile at the sound of his name falling from her stunning lips as his mouth worked on her other ones, slipping a finger inside her for good measure.

It didn't take long for the tight knot in the pit of Emerys' stomach to become too much and begin unwinding.
It was slow at first, but as soon as Killian had sucked and nipped at her clit a few more times, the slow unwind turned into an explosion of sensations in just a matter of milliseconds.
Her thighs clamped down on either side of his head, her fingers all but tearing his hair out as her climax entirely overcame her.
"Oh... Fuck, Killian!" She cried out in ecstasy, her back arching into a 'C' shape as she unwound.
A smirk found its way onto Killian's face as he wiped her juices from his stubble, working his way back up to her.
Emerys wasted no time in cupping his jawline, bringing him in for a deep, heated kiss, allowing herself to find out how good she tasted.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, squeezing them together to direct his rock hard length to her dripping entrance.
"I love it when you say my name like that." He whispered against her mouth.
"I love it when you give me mind-melting orgasms that give me not choice but to say your name like that." She chuckled, bringing him in for another kiss. "Now shut up and fuck me."
"As you wish, kitten." He mumbled, wasting no time in slipping inside her soaking core, allowing a small gasp to slip from his girl's lips.
Emerys' fingernails dug deep into Killian's shoulder blades, slowly dragging them down to the centre of his back, which only released a sound from Killian that resembled a hiss turning into a low moan.
"Fuck..." He winced.
"Shit, sorry." Emerys whispered.
"No, love. Do it again." He smiled against her neck, placing a kiss on her porcelain skin before picking up the pace.
Emerys released another gasp, repeating her actions on Killian's back until she swore she felt blood.
Killian used his free hand to cup her face briefly, slowly moving his hand down to her throat.
He gave Emerys a brief look that silently asked 'is this okay?'
She nodded, moving a hand up to his to show her how much grip was alright.
Killian was actually quite surprised at how much force she was allowing him to use, so much so that he feared for her oxygen intake a little.
But how she looked under his grip vastly overpowered any worry.
For now, she was his perfect little slut – his thrusts into her becoming more like pounding.
Emerys couldn't help but think that the back of her thighs were going to be bruised by the time he was done with her.
The all-too familiar knot reformed in Emerys' abdomen and Killian's movements were beginning to grow sloppy and uneven, letting her know that he was just as close as she was.
"Killi-oh fuuuuck!" Her eyes shut tight as the second climax of the night ripped through her.
"Fuck, Em..." Killian grunted, thrusting himself inside her as his own orgasm overcame him.
He rode out his high before collapsing next to her in a messy mixture of sweat and heavy panting.
"Holy fucking shit..." Emerys breathed.
All Killian could muster in response was a chuckle of slight disbelief.
She rolled over, snuggling into him.
"You're perfect. You know that?" She smiled, watching as her fingers smoothed over his dark chest hair.
"Must be the impact you have on me..." He finally replied, leaning over to pull the sheets over the both of them. "Get some sleep, love. We've got a busy day tomorrow."
"Goodnight, Killian." She uttered, allowing her eyes to fall closed.

Killian waited until he heard Emerys' breathing pattern change, informing him that she was asleep before he smiled to himself, kissing her hair.
"I love you, Emerys." He whispered, finally closing his eyes.