Got a prompt on tumblr, it's on my blog and here.
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It's only been five minutes, yet she's walked out of Granny's a total of seven times, and walked back in a total of six times.
She's faced Regina, back in the days where poisoning her with an apple tart was okay, Pan and the Wicked Witch of the West.
(Plus the flying monkeys.)
She's gone back in time, held someone she loved as he died, and broke a curse.
So why does this make her palms sweat as much as those things had?
It's just a stupid date. A stupid date that's just getting drinks at Granny's. Not even a dinner!
A first date, the equally stupid voice in her head whispers, and she fights the urge to slap her forehead. It's been a while since she's gone on a first date with someone, and Walsh does not count. It's as if she's a teen all over again, and those are days she doesn't want to remember.
She's currently huddled in her car, a watchful eye on the door of the diner in case he arrives. He's the one who's late, the voice supplies. Maybe he was joking.
But the kisses and as you wish run through her mind, and she knows it wasn't some prank when he asked her on the date. The voice asks if maybe her response to him had made him back out. Emma runs through the conversation and yeah, maybe her actions hadn't really been what they should have been.
He had managed to sputter out "I've just been taught what a date is..."
Her, "and...?" probably had not helped him feel anymore confident.
"And I'm trying to bloody ask you out on one!" Was his indignant reply.
Maybe her mouth dropping open hadn't helped either.
"A date?"
"Well, we did just kiss. A date is apparently supposed to happen first." He shrugs and Emma really wants to know who's told him this.
"Who told you this?"
"Henry."
Emma's mouth could not drop open anymore. "Henry?"
"He says he's a 'Captain Swan' shipper. I have no idea what that is."
"Oh."
They were both quiet until Killian said, "so, about the date?"
"Oh, yeah sure."
Aaand that's probably why he's late. Or why he isn't even coming.
Emma groans and bonks her head on the steering wheel. She had wanted to go on that date, but her thoughts had been all jumbled and he was a really good kisser and-
Knock knock
"Huh what?" She lifts her head from the wheel and realizes someone was knocking on the window.
"I was planning on having the date inside, Swan." Killian says, his words muffled by the window.
"Oh, right." She opens the door sheepishly and tries not to blush as his appreciating gaze falls upon her. She hadn't known whether or not to dress up, this being her first first date in a while. It's a red dress that made her think of their time in the past, and Henry convinced her to let her hair down and curl it.
She sees for the first time that he's wearing a suit.
"Who-how do you know what a suit is?" He just smirks and leads her back into the warm, noisy atmosphere of Granny's. There's one table in the back with actual linen napkins and that's the one they sit at.
"I thought you weren't coming." Emma confesses.
"Oh, I was just er, held up by your son." He scratches the back of his neck, she notices the absence of the hook.
"Henry? What did he do?"
"Your lad said that if I hurt you he'd get your father to beat me up, because your father doesn't like me as much as he does. He also told me to buy you flowers, so I was held up at the florists." He winces, "the man there said I shot his daughter, and refused to sell me the flowers so I went somewhere else." He hands her flowers that were lying on one of the seats, and she takes them in surprise as he pulls out her chair, then sits in his own.
"Oh, thank you." She tries to resist the urge to bury her nose in them and smell, the floral scent gently drifts to her nose anyways.
Ruby interrupts their conversation with a "what can I get for you two?" and a muttered, "besides a room at Granny's."
"Just the usual." Emma says, reluctantly lifting her eyes from his blue ones.
"Rum."
"We don't have that."
"...water."
Ruby walks away, but not after looking over at Emma with a wink.
The two sit in awkward silence.
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"How badly do you want rum?" Emma asks, hand reaching into her handbag slowly.
"Bloody badly." He glares at the counter, as if blaming Ruby for the lack of rum.
"Here." She hands him a tiny flask, that she'd already filled up earlier because she thought she'd need it.
"Well Swan," he takes a swig from it, "you're more a pirate than you think."
"I am not!" Emma ponders for a bit as she takes back the flask and takes a long drink. "I did do a lot of looting though..."
"See?"
"But-but not a lot!" Emma defends. "We looted some stores, tried to pawn off a bunch of watches...that didn't turn out so well..." She admits.
"Let me tell you about real pirate adventures." He announces smugly.
He tells her of drunken nights, deadly fights, of rough storms, and good form. He attempts to tell her of the bar wenches, but she interrupts him hastily, she knows enough about that.
Ruby comes by with the food, and it's only when Emma has to lean back to make room that she realizes she's slowly been leaning towards Killian. He notices too, and smirks at her.
They're silent while they eat, she tries to avoid his gaze. As soon as they're finished however, they talk some more. Emma doesn't think she's talked so much in one sitting.
Granny soon tells them the diner is closing, and not so subtly kicks them out. It probably didn't help that she spied the flask of rum as well.
"Thanks." Emma says quietly as they stand in front of her door. He insisted on seeing her home, and the car ride had been spent in comfortable silent.
"For?"
"The date. The conversation. The beautiful flowers." She unlocks the door and steps inside.
"It was no problem lass." He shuffles his foot.
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"Oh screw it." She grabs him by the lapels and kisses him roughly.
This kiss was different than the last, it was all heat and she couldn't help the sigh that escaped her mouth as his teeth gently nibbled her bottom lip.
She really wishes Henry hadn't interrupted them.
"So I take it the date went well?" He asks. They break apart fast, and he's standing there, smugly with his arms crossed.
"It did." Killian touches his own lips softly, almost unconsciously. She pretends to not notice.
"Aren't you going to ask her one another one?" Henry pointedly looks at the two of them.
"Henry!" Emma scolds, but hopes he does ask her.
"Well Swan, I never did exactly ask you last time." He admits.
"Sorry, my reaction wasn't that encouraging." Emma says sheepishly.
"Emma," Henry sneaks away as things look like they're going to get all fairy tale-y. "Would you accompany me on another date? Maybe next weekish?"
She smiles and leans in, "make that tomorrow," and presses her lips to his again.
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