It felt wrong.
The cut of it was wrong.
The collar was wrong.
It all just felt too...light.
Killian looked at himself in the mirror and groaned. The pressure of Emma outside of the dressing room alarmingly scared him. What did he have to fear from her? He had been a notorious pirate, captain of a crew, traveler of worlds! Just about everything, he thought to himself in conclusion. He let out a whopping sigh, his breath fogging up the mirror. The material of the red and black checkered shirt was warm enough and, he had to admit, the puny-sized (in comparison) leather jacket was more comfortable to move around in. Not nearly enough buttons, though. The blue slacks were not as constricting but he did miss the movement of the leather. He did not, however, miss the chaffing.
When Emma brought him to The Enchanted Wardrobe, he had no idea what he was in for. He did rather like the owner best when she was an overgrown piece of large furniture. Now, she just weaved about the room, endlessly humming an aria from the homeland.
But he was doing this for Emma. She was his home now and he had to look like he belonged. Despite his protesting glances, he had reveled in every excuse she gave him to keep him closer. "Did you get stuck in something?" Emma called out, anxiously awaiting. He could tell in her tone that the humming was getting to her.
"Hilarious, Swan. Perfection needs time, you know," he joked.
"Hopefully not that much more time," he heard her mumble.
Killian leaned to the side, examining himself. When he was somewhat satisfied, he opened the curtain and walked forward awkwardly, feeling the movement in the jeans. "Darling, it is certainly not suitable for piracy, but the trousers from this Denim place are rather nice. Though, I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with wearing another man's slacks. Who is this Levi? Is he not missing them?"
Emma meant to laugh, but she just stared at him. Killian's smile left his face. He knew it had been wrong. The leather was the way to go. It had been what she had admired him in initially.
"Should I try something else?"
"No, no…" she said suddenly, getting up and walking closer to him. She leaned her hand forward, touching the flannel shirt on his abdomen. He could feel her heat even through the thick layer. "It looks really nice, you look very nice." A devilish smile had crept on her face and it restored his hope.
"Well, of course, love. I could wear a dress and you wouldn't be able to take your hands off me." He came closer to her, his hand slipping around her waist. She obliged him. It was a strange mixture of excitement and comfort with her now, but he still treaded lightly. Despite her rough exterior, he had promised not to break her.
"I think we'll just stick with these for awhile." His hand let go but to only tuck a strand of hair away from her face. She saw the blood rush into her cheeks, the muscles in her face moving upward. Her smile moved mountains and sank ships. He blew out a breath of relief, his body feeling even lighter now.
"I still get to keep my dashing coat though, correct?"
Emma's eyes opened up, her pupils dilating in secret thought. "Oh, you're definitely not getting rid of that." She leaned her face upward but strayed from his lips purposely and leaned in his ear. She whispered something he hadn't expected her to say, his body suddenly stiffening.
"Now, now love. How am I supposed to remain an honest man with propositions like that?" She laughed now, all teeth and adventure. "But really, should we not alert this Levi fellow?" She turned, pulling the flannel of his shirt along with her to the cash register. Killian grabbed his clothes on the way out, a content grin on his face. He closed his eyes and wished on every and any god that would listen for many, many more reasons to keep smiling.
