Excuse Me
Emma was so sick of all these appearances that came along with the responsibility of being the savior. It was sometimes all too much to handle but in reality, she had no choice. That was her destiny. So here she was, smiling and nodding along to everything and anything that her parents were saying. She hadn't heard a word they had said the entire time. Standing off to the side, she was easily missed but still required to be present, the whole town was. Almost everyone. Her eyes kept scanning the crowd, hoping they'd spot him somewhere. Maybe she had somehow missed him. But no, she hadn't seen him, at all. He was supposed to be here, he promised her. This wasn't him.
She shook her head no. Hook wouldn't do this to her. He wouldn't let her down. She had told him a while ago how these things made her nervous and he vowed right there and then, to never leave her to face it all by herself. He never would do that to her. But yet, he wasn't here. Where the hell was he? Emma began to feel a nervous ache within her stomach. She had to run, she had to get to him. Something had to be wrong. But even though she was just on the sidelines, she had to be here. This was too important to her parents. And how would that look, the savior not bothering to stay for the speech. No, if she left now, she'd be letting the whole town down. Worse was letting her parents down.
No, for now, this is where she has to be. Then after this, everyone had plans to meet for lunch back at Granny's. She would wait till then. There it would be easier to slip away unnoticed, a better time than during this. So for as for the moment, she was left to worry about him. She tried to not let her mind get carried away but this town had evil lurking around the corner at all times.
How had he done this to her? She had loved the little flirtations and innuendos with him at first but that's all she ever allowed it to be. Then things changed, as if overnight, she realized that she couldn't control it. Couldn't make something like what they had, so trivial. There was more, always was. It just took her time to realize that. She had grown to love him, she fell in love with him and while every instinct told her to run, that was the old Emma talking. He changed her, now this new Emma, she wasn't going to run, she was facing her emotions head on. And that was a scary thought within itself. She found herself fighting to stay, fighting for what they had, what they could have. He did that to her, changed her, made her no longer afraid of love. She had no choice, she let him in. And those walls that had stood so tall and defiant against love and what that had to offer, crumbled at his feet. She let him read her like an open book, never being able to hide what she was about, or how she felt about him at all. And that sure made her angry but also free. She didn't have to be anyone but her true self, her vulnerable self, the part of her no one else was even privy to. She couldn't stop him, wouldn't stop him. She let him study every last bit of her and she actually relished in that notion.
"Okay, we hope to see you all for lunch back at Granny's." Prince Charming beamed so proudly at his town and Emma cringed. She knew she'd be upsetting him-both her parents- by leaving early.
"Emma? Are you okay?" Snow stepped up to Emma and began to check her temperature. "You didn't say a thing and you just looked lost and panicked the entire time. Tell me what's wrong." She rubbed Emma's cheek, the only way a mother could and grabbed her hand with her free one.
"No, I'm not okay. I don't know where Hook is and he promised he would be here. He never breaks a promise to me. This isn't like him. And I didn't want to leave and upset you and dad and it's just I'm worried that something happened." She felt tears threaten to sting her cheeks. She hated how emotional she was being.
"Honey, go look for him." Snow smiled, lovingly, at her daughter and rubbed Emma's cheek once more. She leaned in and kissed Emma's cheek.
"I'll help." Prince Charming stepped forward and gripped Emma's shoulder.
"No. I have to do this. You need to be there for the town. I'll find him, if I need help I'll let you know." Emma looked from her mom to her dad. "You won't be mad at me?" With both her parents shaking their head no, she smiled. "Thank you." Emma hugged both of them before turning away.
"Let us know." Charming's voice had a hint of worry but his smile was misleading.
"I will." And with her parents approval, she began to run, straight home. That was her first instinct, and that's the last place she had seen him. Well, where she left him this morning.
Her heart hammered against her chest while fresh tears began to burn her cheeks. Even though the Wicked Witch was defeated, gone, and Elsa was no longer a threat to the town, and that the Snow Queen hadn't made an appearance in a while, there was still someone out there waiting for their chance to cause trouble. That helped pick up her pace. She reached the house within minutes. The door was slightly ajar and she felt dread and worry cloak her body. She withdrew her gun from its holster and silently entered their house. The last time they had talked, he had plans of taking a quick nap.
Their house, a big step in their relationship. The thing that was so surprising was that it was her idea. She had plans of having him spend the night but that was easily discouraged as she still lived with her parents. And there was only one way to change that, get a house. So they did, with the help of Mr. Gold. Hook had actually found it, saying that he owed him a favor of some sorts, Emma not wanting to ruin his excitement, she ignored that bit and thanked Hook. She accepted it.
And now, as her feet carried her through their house, she was quickly fearing the worst. The entire house was silent. Not one creak or wisp of air made any noise. She crept, gun poised, through the living room, then cleared the kitchen and laundry room with ease. She had to take the stairs. She took the steps two at a time and once she reached the first bedroom, Henry's she inched it open, all was clear. She took the next door, on the left, Henry's bathroom, and cleared that room as well. There was the empty bedroom to the left which had the door wide open-empty. The last door, was their bedroom. She turned to the right and tiptoed up to the door, she took a deep breath and gently pushed it open.
Her eyes immediately fell on him. "Hook?" There was no response. She holstered her gun and leaned over him. She bent down and laid her head against his chest, searching. And she was reassured by the beating of his heart. She let out the breath-she had been holding- out. He twitched and sniffled.
His eyes jerked open and he bolted up, scaring them both.
"Swan, what are you doing? Trying to scare me to death?" He grabbed at his chest but lost his tone when he saw what a mess she looked like. "Love?" He reached out his good hand and ran his hand along her face. He gripped her cheek in his palm and gently stroked her with his thumb.
"I thought something had happened to you. You missed the town meeting and with things still out there, I thought…" Her words stopped hitched in her throat, and her tears began to warm her cheeks.
"Aye love, I told you, you don't need to worry about me. Come here." He pulled Emma down next to him and she immediately burrowed her head into the crook of his neck.
"I'm just glad that you're ok. You know I worry. I try not to but it's you after all. And I have every right to worry about you Killian." There, that alone proved that she was his. No one else called him by his real name, no that was reserved only for her. She couldn't stop herself, she lifted her head-ever so slightly- and stared into his deep blue eyes. They always took her mind to the ocean, and his ocean always created a stir of waves within her. Then her eyes traveled down his features until she was staring at his mouth. Yes, those perfectly, rosy lips, the same ones that never failed to make her weak and lighthearted. Just as she made the move to kiss him, he pulled away.
"Hold on there love." He shifted his weight and his face pulled away from hers. All she saw was the distance he had created between their lips. She let out a sigh and that only caused him to laugh. "Aye, someone's in a hurry."
"What do you want?" She pushed herself out of his arms but she still stayed seated close to him.
His hand reached for her, until his fingers could easily play with her hair. He wove it around and within his fingers, a quick and easy reaction to her presence. His hook traveled down her back, ever so slowly, which he knew turned her on. The shivers soared down her back and created thoughts and longing in her lower half. She was getting impatient and her craving for him only increased.
"Killian…" She said his name somewhere between a sigh and a moan. But he didn't answer her, just kept toying with her.
As he leaned forward to kiss her neck-his hot breath only making her thirst for him stronger- she shut her eyes and licked her lips. She couldn't wait much longer, she needed him now. Her eyes shot open, her pupils fully dilated.
"Tell me what you want." Her breathing only became more sparse. She needed his answer now, she couldn't hold herself back much longer.
"I was just going to mention about how late we are for Granny's. But by that look in your eyes, I'd say you have other things that are more important."
"Shut up."
"Excuse me…" But Hook was quickly silenced as she threw herself at him.
Her lips demanded his and she felt him surrender to her. She crashed into him, her lips on his, making her dizzy. Her senses shot off fireworks throughout her entire body. Her chest rose with a fierce determination. Every time he touched her skin, she filled with heat-her skin actually took on a rosy glow. She tossed her holster on the nightstand while she let him remove her jacket. She slid out of her tank top with ease and sent it flying across the room. His eyebrows rose as his mouth took on a devilish grin along her lips. He knew just how to get to her, every single time he so well pleased. His tongue made her moan within his kiss.
And as the cold metal of his hook made icy swirls on her lower back, she felt him gently nibble on her lower lip. She moaned even more and let her hands creep up his body and let her fingers weave themselves within his hair. His mouth pulled away from hers and dove for her neck. Everywhere his lips grazed her skin, she felt her nerves going haywire as if she was being struck by lightening.
Just as his hook began to slide her out of her bra, she heard the front door slam shut. Emma whipped away from him, panic clear in her eyes. She heard someone calling out.
"Emma? Hook?" Snow crept up the stairs with lightening speed, then took her time making the way to their bedroom.
"Shit, she's probably worried. I told her I'd let her know. I should have known that wasn't good enough for her." Emma quickly slid her bra straps back on her shoulders and quickly hunted down her tank top. Just as she slid it back on, there was a light push on the bedroom door.
"Emma?"
Emma laughed to herself, cheeks a deep red, as Snow stepped into the room. "Hi mom."
Snow's face flushed an even deeper red than Emma's as she surveyed the scene before her. There was Hook, his hair disheveled and his face flushed. And there was Emma, rosy cheeks and glowing skin.
"Oh, oh my, I'm so sorry. I was just worried when you didn't call and I thought I'd check here incase you didn't. I'm so sorry. That's all. Call me later Emma." She chuckled to herself. "Excuse me." Snow practically sprinted out of the house, fully embarrassed.
Emma grinned to herself before turning back towards Hook. She waited until she heard the front door slam shut. She had mischief and desire burning like flames within her eyes.
"What do you say we do now love?" Hook was still somewhat out of breath.
"I can show you better than I can tell you." And she did just that.