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Sorry for taking your soul Fabrizio, but now this photo and memory is more valuable #Couchsurfing #moscow #couchsurfingmoscow #csmeeting (at Bar BQ Cafe)

Neal had dragged Emma to yet another one of those damn basketball games. God, she absolutely despised them. There was nothing at all interesting about tall sweaty men trying to grab a ball from each other and slapping it into a tall net. Really? Emma rolled her eyes as Neal had suggested the game. "Neal, please-" "I don't want to hear it, Emma." Quite frankly, Emma didn't know why she was still with the idiot. He didn't seem to care much for her, nor did she for him. But he was company, and sometimes that's all she really needed. "I don't want to go..." Emma protested yet again as Neal grabbed her hand and dragged her from the parking lot to inside of the court. Emma moaned in disapproval. "Stop bitching about this and follow me." Neal retorted to the complaining blonde behind him. "I don't know why you waste money on taking me to these things when you can just go with your guy friends..." Emma retorted back. And to that, Neal dragged her up the stairs by the hand. Emma took a look around. Men and women sat in the bleachers, covered in orange and blue gear to support their team's victory. Emma cleared her throat as she tried to squeeze into her seat in the bleachers, Neal right behind her. "Move faster." He whispered as the game started. "I'm trying!" She called out behind her as she kindly asked the people to tuck their feet in. When the finally made it to their seats, Emma was aggravated. But not too angry to notice the guy sitting next to her.... Holy shit. He was hot. Dark hair, just the right amount of scruff... Bright blue eyes, and perfect lips. He had dark hair peeking out of his low cut V-neck tshirt and oh god... She forced herself to look away. Emma crossed her arms, clearly bored by the game, as Neal screamed and cheered next to her. "Did you see that??? God damn it!!" Neal cried out next to her. "Yeah, yeah." Emma rolled her eyes at his annoying remarks. Quite frankly, she was paying more attention to Hottie McHotPants next to her than the actually game of sweaty men. "I'm going to go get some food." Emma remarked, more at Neal than to him, since she knew he wasn't paying attention. Maybe Hottie would follow her? God, she knew he was checking her out from the side as well... It was hard to miss his blue eyes boring a hole into her body. Just as she got up, she noticed something on the big screen. The kiss cam. It was her. "Oh my god!!!" She remarked excitedly. "Neal! It's us!" She poked him repeatedly, overly excited about being on the screen. Neal shooed her away in an instant. What the hell? "Neal...." He wasn't paying any freakin attention to her. Whatever. His loss. Emma turned immediately to face Hottie McHotPants and grabbed him by the collar of his jacket, smashing her mouth to his. Holy crap... He tasted delicious. And it was even more of a surprise when he kissed her back... His hand came up to rest on her cheek and she felt his tongue slip past her lips. She hadn't spoken to this man before in her life, but damn, he knew how to kiss. She let her tongue meet his as he cupped her face, pulling her impossibly closer over the seat. She was completely tuned out to everything around her, including the constant cry of her name coming from Neal. "Emma! Babe, what are you doing!!" The kiss cam shut off, but Emma didn't give any mind to it. Hottie wanted to keep kissing her, and she wasn't going to give up that opportunity. Screw Neal. Finally pulling back, Emma let go of the man's collar, her face getting red. "Thanks..." She said, biting her lip. "Any time, love. I'm Killian..." Oh my god, he had an accent too. She was already in way to deep. "Emma." She replied, still ignoring Neal. "Oh..." She turned to Neal. "We're done, by the way. Thanks for the ticket to the game." She gave him a cheesy smile, already head over heels for Killian. "So love..." He began. "Would you like to.. Go out some time?" Emma blushed deeply. "I would love that." And with that, Neal left the game, completely aggravated. Killian reached to lace his fingers with Emma's, and Emma found it odd that she actually enjoyed the game as his fingers rubbed hers softly. She was in for the long run with this guy... And she had a feeling that he was the one. killians-dashingrescue