Just a quick drabble inspired by Christina Perri's music video 'The Words'. R&R(read and review) please


The fluttering starts the moment he's outside the sheriff's office, his hands tighten around the crate in his arms as he steps forward. With careful maneuvering, Killian manages to slide through the door and into the warmth of the station. His eyes find her immediately finds her, and it is as though all the lights land on her, she is the sun in the frost of winter, long blond hair falling across her shoulder, her generous mouth set in thought as she peers down at the pile of papers on her desk. His heart skips when she looks up at him, green eyes paralyzing him. Her smile is radiant and sublime, it draws him in like quicksand and he doesn't mind sinking.

"Good morning, Emma," he manages to say, the words on his tongue thick and blunt to his own ears.

But she smiles and moves towards him, her gaze on the blossoms. "More flowers, Killian? Soon people will be thinking this is a greenhouse."

She's teasing and he knows it but that doesn't stop him from chuckling nervously, scratching his ear as he shifts from one foot to the other.

"They're from an admirer actually," he finds himself saying.

Emma grins at him, chuckling. "I suppose you can't give me a hint?"

Killian chuckles, ducking his head as he feels color rising in his cheeks. "Afraid not, sheriff."

Emma just smiles reaching out to run a tentative finger across one of the blossoms. "Why always orchids, Killian?"

"They . . . they're, um, I suppose people think they're, um, pretty."

That's not the truth though. He brings her orchids because it's the only way he can say what he is feeling. The words that he is too scared to say. Because an open heart, is simply an invitation to be rejected. Because in what world would a woman like her ever love him?

Emma turns back to him, a slight smile on her lips. "You're really sweet, Killian, you know that?"

Killian smiles, shaking his head. "I should . . . I should be going."

Emma tries to say something but he's already walking out the door. He feels stupid and inferior, like a fool. When he hears his name being called by that angelic voice, he turns to see her running up to him. It's freezing outside and she's only wearing her white sweater.

Before he can say anything, she's pressing something into his hand. Electricity and fire courses through him at the contact, he's dizzy from it, but not as dizzy as when he sees what she has given him.

One of his white orchids.

Emma is looking into his eyes, her gemlike ones beseeching and for the love of god the same uncertainty he feels is mirrored in her gaze.

"I feel the same way, Killian," she whispers.

He stares at her, not quite believing his ears. The smile that lifts his lips is radiant and Emma is returning it. Hesitantly he reaches out towards her, his fingers grazing her cheek. When she leans into his touch he grows bolder, placing his other hand in her hair, savoring the silk texture of her locks.

He leans forward, his lips touching her softly, a whisper of a promise. A new beginning.

No words are needed now.