"And the Prom King and Queen are… Killian Jones and Emma Swan!"
Well, that was a surprise. The two of them, coming from different directions, got on the stage, their gazes never once meeting.
Emma, wearing a long red dress, with a faint smile on her lips, looked like a princess. On the other hand, Killian, gorgeous in a black tux, smiled widely, waving his hand, sending kisses to screaming -jealous- girls. It was quite the scene.
When they approached one another, he slowly put his hand on her waist, pulling her closer.
"Touch me again and I'll cut your throat!", Emma hissed between her teeth, the fake smile never leaving her face.
"Quite hostile, aren't we?", he replied in the same tone. "We did just win, darling."
"You bribed them."
"I did not!"
"You did."
"Smile, love! They're taking pictures."
CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!
"Ok, guys! We're done here!", the photographer said. "Oh, no! I want a kiss, too!"
"No.", Emma simply said. And with that small word, she left.
"What did I do?!", the photographer asked confused.
"We're not a couple.", Killian responded.
"Oh. Sorry. Bye.", he said and left as well.
…
"Time for me to go now.", Killian told David, who was dancing slowly with his soon-to-be girlfriend, Mary Margaret. "Good luck!"
He only smiled, not wanting to make any kind of conversation.
Killian walked out, expecting to stumble across her. He did have to apologize after all.
And he did.
"Hey.", he said and sat down next to her. Oh, god. She was crying.
"Leave. Now."
"I didn't tell him that we were a couple! He assumed it all by himself! Come on, Emma, I just did that to make you smile!"
"I cannot smile, because I broke up yesterday, okay? And you are here, trying to… to… to seduce me! You have no respect at all!", she yelled at him.
"Are you?"
"Am I what?"
"Seduced."
"THAT'S NOT THE POINT, JACKASS!", she yelled again, with an accusing look on her face. However, she wasn't able to hide a small smile.
"Okay, okay. But I did make you smile.", he said, with a light smile as well.
"Why do you care? You just met me!"
"That's not true, princess. I know for about… oh. A week.", he realized.
"See?"
"What does it matter? You're beautiful and you're strong and you're smart. Why should I wait?", Killian asked, though a rhetorical question.
"You know, it's ridiculous."
"What is?", he asked.
"All this, You, me, this fight."
"Oh, is that what this is? A fight?"
And then it started drizzling. As if it wasn't romantic enough.
"Y-y-yes. It's a fight. Definitely a fight."
"Is that so?", Killian said in a low voice, slowly getting closer and close to her. "What do you say for a dance, princess?"
"There's no music."
"That's your only problem, I take it."
"I didn't mean.."
But before she could react, he put his hand on her waist, his other hand taking hers, their fingers intertwining.
"We need no music.", he whispered in her ear.
They started spinning, excruciatingly slowly. Her smile was wide now, it was a shame he couldn't see it. Her hand was stroking his hair, trying to get even closer to him.
And then she stopped. And took a step back.
"I want to tell you something."
He remained silent.
"I don't usually do that."
Her lips were on his and his lips were on hers. Killian cupped her face with his hands, kissing her slowly.
It was the perfect kiss on the perfect night. He had managed to make her dream night come true after all. He had managed to make her smile.
The kiss was sweet, but she had one more thing to say. So she pulled back.
"Oh. And I'm not a princess." She paused. "I'm the queen."
And then her lips crashed his again, with a newfound hunger and a passion she had never felt before.
Emma Swan liked it.
And Killian Jones, as sure as hell, did not complain.
