Takes place during Season 4b but I'm pretending that all the stuff with the author isn't as pressing to give these two the opportunity to have this talk in the first place.
Slight canon divergences to note: Instead of just kissing Emma and Graham hooked up that night in the sheriffs station right before he died andEmma met Tiger Lilly while in Neverland.
"So how was your evening love? Did you have a good time?" Killian asked as they lazed on the couch together. Emma squirmed, unwilling to meet his gaze. Last night she had gone to the Rabbit Hole with Ruby, Belle and Ashley as a sort of girls
night and to blow off some steam. No kids, no parents, and no boyfriends/husbands/Ruby's flavor of the week. Just the four of them. She had been having a good time drinking and talking with her friends until the bartender (a statuesque, raven haired
beauty with dark Carmel skin and bright blue eyes who looked like she belonged on the pages of a fashion magazine or the runways of Paris) overhead Emma talking about Killian.
"Are you talking about Killian Jones, as in Captain Hook?" She had asked.
"Yeah why, do you know him?" Emma had questioned.
The woman had smiled salaciously "A bit." She'd said "I didn't realize he was here in Storybrooke. I would love to pick things up where we left them." She grinned again, clearly remembering something depraived. Emma had simply glared
at her.
"He's seeing someone." Ruby had snapped at the woman.
The bartender- who's name tag read Sophie—rolled her eyes at that. "Somehow I doubt that that will be a problem, he was never a one-woman-kind-of-man if you know what I mean." She smirked.
"Well he is now." Emma had almost growled feeling more than a bit uneasy. Emma had always been proud of her looks. She worked hard to keep fit and healthy and she had been blessed with a set of naturally perky breasts and long golden curls that
she knew some woman would kill for. However as she stood next to this stunningly exotic woman she felt so plain and simple in comparison. She knew that there was no way she could keep Killian all to herself (not that she had technically even HAD Killian
yet) if Sophie made good on her plans to see him and it damn near broke her heart.
"Love, what's wrong?" Killian's voice broke Emma out of her retrieve. She must have been lost in thought longer than she realized because his voice sounded anxious. She stole a glance and saw that his his handsome face was clouded with concern,
his forehead creased and he was stroking her arm in a soothing motion.
"Nothing, I just, uh, met one of your friends last night." Emma said as she pulled herself up off the couch and away from Killian.
"Friends?" Killian asked his eyebrows going up in concern.
Killian didn't know who Emma had met but it was safe to assume that it hadn't exactly been a pleasant encounter. Being a ruthless pirate for over 300 years hadn't left him with many 'friends' so to speak of.
"Uh yeah," Emma replied as she poured herself a glass of water, obviously trying to avoid his gaze.
"May I ask, pray tell, who?" Killian asked again as Emma gnawed on her lip.
"Just some tall beautiful woman with long black hair, dark Carmel skin and green eyes who looked like she could win a perfect human being contest." She said still avoiding looking into Killian's face as she did so.
Ahh, Abby or had her name been Anna? Killian thought to himself.
He was uncomfortable. He knew that Swan knew he had a past – she had one of her own – but it was another thing to talk about it.
"What did she say?" He finally asked knowing whatever it was couldn't be good or Emma wouldn't look like that.
"That she wanted to see you again and that you weren't a one woman kind of man." Emma said staring into her glass, trying her damndest to not sound as meek and scared as she felt.
To her astonishment Killian laughed. Emma snapped her head up to look at him his face which had been so worried a moment ago was now utterly amused. "What?" She demanded.
"Swan, are you jealous?" He asked her. Emma's cheeks flared and she refused to look at him. She wasn't jealous, she was just afraid he was going to leave her for someone better.
Killian got up off the couch and came to wrap his arms around her, he had stopped laughing but the amusement was still in his eyes. "I just…" Emma began "I can't compete with her." She finished desperately trying not to sound as self
conscious as she felt. She shrugged her shoulders and looked off to the side, away from Killian's intense blue eyes.
"Theres no competition Swan." He said firmly.
Emma laughed with no trace of amusement "Exactly, because she's already won."
Killian reached up to take her chin in his hand and turned her head, forcing her to look at him. How was it that she could still somehow not see how beautiful she was? On the inside and out. No other woman could ever compare to the all encompassing beauty
that was Emma Swan.
"There. Is. No. Competition." He said again, emphasizing each word, his blue eyes boring into her green, praying that she would believe him. "There's only you Emma. I only want you."
"You say that now." She began "but-" Killian couldn't take hearing her doubt his affection for her any longer. He surged forwards and cut her off in a brutal kiss. His hand tangled in her soft golden tresses as he nipped and sucked
at her lips and when she parted them for him he plunged his tongue into her mouth and ravaged her insides fully with it. Emma's fingers carded through his own soft hair her nails scratching ever so slightly making him moan. Without breaking the kiss
he picked her up and plopped her down on the counter to have better access to her mouth. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed herself flush against him. He let out another soft moan as he felt her press against the growing bulge in his
pants.
Just before he lost all semblance of self control he pulled back to rest his forehead against hers. Emma was panting heavily her heart beating fast and her pale skin entirely flushed. He chuckled.
"Would you like to question my affections for you again darling?" He asked his own voice coming out in a breathy whisper as he too tried to get his own breathing under control.
"If I do will you kiss me like that again?" She asked her voice coming out in a light breathy laugh.
"I will kiss you like that whenever you may wish it Swan." He told her.
"Good." She said and it was music to his ears.
He was about to make good on his promise and kiss her again when Emma put her hand on his chest and pushed him away, disentangling herself from him.
"We need to talk." She said.
Killian groaned internally.
"When a woman says that I'm hardly in for a pleasant conversation." He quipped. She smiled hesitantly at him before going over to the couch. He followed but sat a safe distance away from her. Emma turned to face him but didn't say anything and
Killian just waited quietly for her to start.
Emma gnawed on her lip again. She had never done this before. Never had the 'relationship talk' so to speak. From that kiss she knew that Killian wanted the two of them to be exclusive—which they were—but it was always nice to have some reassurance on
that fact. Their status of being a couple wasn't the problem it was all the other stuff that was. The last time Emma had been in an honest to God relationship it had been with Neal and she hadn't had any sexual history to speak of so there had been
no need to talk about it. However Emma knew now that they SHOULD have DEFINITELY talked about it because NOT having this discussion was how she had wound up being 17 and pregnant.
Emma could do this. She could have a normal conversation about sex with her boyfriend like an adult. She wished there was a way to make this not awkward but she knew that the longer she put It off the worse it would just end up being. Emma knew that she
was the reason behind her and Killian's non existent sex life-she had had the proof of his desire for her pressed against her not ten minutes ago—but she also knew that Killian was too much of a gentleman to not pressure her about it. Something she
greatly appreciated given her past experiences with men. Emma knew that they needed to have this conversation before she finally gave over to the all consuming fire and slept with her pirate boyfriend.
He also deserved to know what she had done before they took that step.
She hadn't ever planned on telling him or ever even speaking of it again with anyone really but she couldn't exactly ask for him to be open and honest with her without doing the same with him. She just hoped he wouldn't see it as a big deal because in
all honesty it wasn't.
(That was a lie and Emma knew it. It hadn't been a big deal to HER—it had just been sex- however she knew god damn well that it would be a big deal to HIM. No matter how many times she told herself that he wouldn't actually care.)
"Look I get that you're like 300 year old Casanova," she began shoving aside her worries about telling him for later. They still had an entire conversation to get through first.
"A what?" Killian asked looking at her confused.
Right. Enchanted Forest. Pirate. Didn't know who or what a Casanova was. Right.
"Nothing, it doesn't matter," Emma said with a quick shake of her head then she took a deep breath and started again. "Look normally I wouldn't even ask, it's not like my past is exactly...chaste either, but after last night…I just
think we should talk about our history's so one of us doesn't get blind sided like that again." She said.
Killian's heart steeled for a minute remembering the literally hundreds of women he had been with knowing total certainty that he could never name them all or even remember roughly how many.
"You want to know who I've been with?" He asked keeping his tone as light as he could.
"Well, not everyone obviously you're a million year old womanizer so that would be a bit ridiculous," she laughed nervously at her own joke. "Just like the people I actually know or who are in Storybrooke." She said.
Killian had a mental sigh of relief. THAT he could do. He looked at her and saw the nervousness on her face. He wasn't sure if she was nervous because she didn't want to know how many woman he'd been with or that he wouldn't tell her or possibly another
reason altogether, but either way he wanted to sooth her.
"Aye, love I get it." He said placing one of his hands over Emma's
bouncing, fidgety knee. "I didn't exactly relish the conversation I had that time with Bae and that was just after a mere kiss." He admitted remembering that terribly awkward moment he had had with the father of her son.
"Right…" Emma said still anxious but at least slightly less so. An idea crossed Killian's mind then. If she was asking him to reveal his sexual past to her then was it then accustom in this realm that she do the same? The idea of Emma being
with anyone Irked him but at the same time he didn't want to find out from anyone but her if she had slept with someone they knew either.
"How about this, we go one for one." He suggested.
"Okay." Emma agreed and she was proud of herself that the word came out sounding normal despite of terrified she was. She was totally screwed.
"Only people we both know right?" Emma asked making double sure they both understood the rules and hoping there was some sort of loophole in them (there wasn't). However she also didn't need or want to hear about all the hundreds of woman
he had most definitely had sex with over the years and she didn't exactly feel like trying to remember every one night stand herself.
"I have a feeling that I'll run out of people you'll know before I do" she added as an afterthought. The whole town had been sent back to the Enchanted Forest during Pans curse and then subsequently brought back by Zelenas. Killian could have
easily slept his way through everyone in Storybrooke during that year. Not to mention the time he had spent in the hospital after being hit by Gregg Mendel's car. She could easily imagine a nurse or two being seduced by his charms.
Killian laughed at bit awkwardly "I have a feeling you may be right about that love, but just humor will you?" He asked.
"Ok," Emma sighed "but can I ask you for just one other thing first?"
"Of course love, anything." He replied. What would his Swan want?
"Amnesty." She said determinedly her eyes hard. She wanted this. She NEEDED this. To know that he wasn't going to hold it against her when he finds out she's lied to him. (Well not LIED lied exactly, just mislead… technically?)
Bloody hell. Had she just asked him for what he thought she was? Was she really willing to overlook all his past transgressions and give a blanket forgiveness on anything he might tell her? How? Why? Killians mind spun, he didn't understand what he had
ever done to deserve this woman.
"That's a lot of faith you're putting in me Swan." He said to her. Tried to WARN her that he's done things that he isn't proud of. Things that she SHOULDN'T forgive him for. One in particular.
"I told you, I'm going to choose to see the best in you." Emma smiled kindly at him but then she looked down at her own hands nervously fidgeting again.
"And I hope you'll choose to see the best in me too." She said trying to hide the venerability and worry she felt that he wouldn't forgive her.
Killian looked at her suddenly realizing why she was asking for this. She was scared too. She had done something (more accurately SOMEONE) he was not going to like and she needed to know that It was ok for her to tell him about it. Killian knew in an
instant that whoever it was, it didn't matter. Emma could have bedded the bloody crocodile himself (although hopefully not) and Killian would forgive her. He would ALWAYS forgive her no matter what she has done or may do.
"Aye," Killian said raising his hand to lift her face and look into her green eyes "Amnesty." He promised. Who was he to deny her something she obviously needed as much as he did.
"Thank you." She whispered. Then she pulled away and took a deep breathe. Killian could practically see her shaking off the intensity of the last couple minutes.
"Ok," she said turning to look at him. "You first."
Killian decided it was best to ease her into it. Despite her obvious discomfort he could tell that this conversation was important to his Swan, and as always Killian would do whatever she asked of him. However he still thought it best to start off slow
because she was certainly NOT going to be happy about some of his conquests. One or two in particular.
"Milah." he said lightly.
"Neal." Emma countered automatically.
"That's not fair Swan, give me a real one." Killian groaned.
"It's as real as yours was." She objected.
"You had a bloody child with him." Killian reminded her "Despite what you may think I am fully aware of where children come from."
"And you were with her for for 10 years." Emma reminded him defensively.
Well she had him there.
"Fair point, love. Fine." Killian grumbled a bit. The easiest one was over this next part was going to be a bit harder. "Tiger Lilly." He said.
Emma just nodded "Yeah, I assumed so. No woman would look at anyone like the way she looked at you unless they had been screwed over. Both literally and figuratively." She said, remembering the native woman's death glare and over all disdain
for Hook when they had met briefly in Neverland. obvious disdain and death glares for Hook when they had met in Neverland. It reminded her of the look she felt form on her face whenever she had thought of Neal after he had left her in prison. "I
would know." She laughed out bitterly.
Killian scratched behind his ear nervously, knowing he should probably tell Emma exactly WHY the woman hated him so. It was only fair that she know exactly what she was getting with him in case she wanted to back out of their relationship. It would kill
him but he wouldn't be able to blame her for it either. She had been hurt by similar actions before.
"Aye," he said "Well… you see, we enjoyed tormenting each other but I may have taken too far the last time. Immediately following our, well, ENCOUNTER, I left her abandoned on skull rock to ward off the lost boys herself as I sailed off
safe on the Jolly." He admitted while looking at Emma from the corner of his eye, gauging how she would respond to some of his many dastardly deeds.
"Seriously?" Emma asked however she didn't seem to hate him for what he had done, just a little surprised.
"Aye, it wasn't the most gentlemanly thing to do but that lass, well she's tough. I had no reason to believe that she wouldn't make it out of there, it was just going to be a hell of a lot more difficult without my help is all. As you know she ended
up being perfectly fine as I suspected she would be, but she never quite forgive me for that one." He said feeling ashamed of himself for what he'd done. His and Tigers relationship had been complicated at best. Sometimes they were on the same
side, sometimes they weren't. The only reason he had even seduced her (other than to see if he simply could of course) was to set a trap knowing the lost boys would be there by the time they had finished. It was revenge for her shooting a poison dart
in his neck and leaving him out cold in the middle of the jungle while she stole a great deal of his treasure. Not that that was any excuse.
Killian sighed and raised his head to look at Emma, who still didn't appear to be all that upset about what he had told her, almost like she had suspected it.
Emma wasn't too surprised at all by Killian's confession. Like she had said she had suspected something of the like had happened between them and Killian's obvious guilt over the matter proved to her just how much he really had changed. He obviously now
regretted his actions. Plus it wasn't like she hadn't done the same thing before. As her job as a bail bonds person she had found herself intentionally seducing men into honey traps and then hauling their sorry asses off to jail. Killian had just
taken it a step further than she ever did.
She smiled at him ever so slightly and reached for his hand, letting him know that it was ok. He immediately reciprocated and began rubbing soft circles on the tops of her fingers.
"Your turn." He said looking up at her, a bit of mischief back in his eyes.
"Graham." Emma said swallowing the lump in her throat of the memory of him dying on the floor of the sheriffs station. Killian and Graham may never have met but he still deserved to know the extent of her relationship with him.
"Your old boss the sheriff?" Killian asked her a slight hint of jealousy in his voice. Emma saw him eyeing the shoelace she wore around her wrist. She instantly yanked her sweater down to cover it.
"Yeah, what about it?" She asked slightly defensive.
"Nothing, I just never realized you'd been with him." Killian lied hoping that she couldn't see the jealousy burning in his eyes and yet knowing she would. It wasn't even the idea that Emma had been with the man (which still stung to know that
she had given herself over to him so shortly after having met while Killian had to pine for over a year just to get her to accept him into her life) No it was the fact that she still wore Grahams shoelace tied around her wrist. He had
been that important to her that she felt that she needed to keep a reminder of him with her at all times. And yet she kept no such reminders of Killian.
Emma saw right through his lie like he knew she would. "Yeah well, he died in my arms not five minutes after, if it makes you feel any better." She said as off handedly as she could muster.
Killian looked down immediately feeling ashamed for his childish jealousy. Of course she kept a memento of this man with her always. He had been important to her. Emma had told Killian about how Graham had taught her about the importance of putting down
roots and helped convince her to stay in Storybrooke in the first place. He couldn't begrudge the man that. If it not for him Killian would have never met the woman of his dreams. His jealousy was utterly ridiculous.
"Nothing that brings you pain would ever make me feel good Swan." Killian said quietly as he reached for Emma's hand again, stroking her wrist over the shoelace. "And just so you know, I get it." He added. He understood why Emma always
wore the thinning brown piece of leather around her wrist. It was the same reason he had Milah's name tattooed onto his. It was a memorial to lost loves.
Emma blushed slightly at the sentiment in his voice. "Your turn." She nodded to him.
Back to business. That was so like his Swan.
"That woman you met. I think her name was Anna? Abby? Something like that." He told her.
"Her name was Sophie." Emma corrected him.
Bloody hell. Wrong sister. Killian thought and he winced slightly realizing he'd have to explain WHY he had gotten the woman's name wrong.
"Right never was great with names when I've been drinking." He laughed knowing full well that she would call him out for his slip up.
"Or they were two different women." Emma grumbled and although it was childish Killian felt the tiniest bit better at the twinge of jealousy he heard in her voice.
"Quite right love, Sophie. So I guess that means my next one would have to be Anna/Abby, her twin sister." He said as lightly as he could.
"Don't you know it's 'bloody bad form' to sleep with the siblings of people you've already slept with ?" Emma chided in an adorable (yet horrendous) imitation of his accent making Killian laugh. He was glad to hear the lightness back in her
voice. Once again she didn't sound mad at least and for that he was grateful but he knew that they still had a lot to get through.
"It may have been at the same time." He smirked salaciously at her, briefly remembering his and the sisters night of debauchery upon his ship.
"You had a three way with a set of gorgeous twins. God you really are a Casanova aren't you? When?" Emma asked jealousy and astonishment clear in her voice as well as a hint of teasing.
"A few weeks before a certain blonde savior picked me up from a pile of corpses." He admitted slyly but then he added "I actually wasn't even aware they were in this realm."
Emma thought about that for a minute. The smirk he had given her told her more than she had wanted to know and she began to again worry that she wasn't enough to keep him. That telling him what she did would only push him into the arms of two up for anything
twins.
"Do you want to?" Emma asked quietly after a long moment of silence.
"Do I want to what love?" Killian asked confused.
"Do you want to see them again now that you know there in this realm and all? Sophie said she was going to look you up from the look on your face you seemed like you really enjoyed the last time you saw each other." She finished a bit
sharply.
"Emma." Killian said sternly waiting for her to meet his gaze and when she did he leaned forward to brush away the golden locks that had fallen into her eyes. "The only one I want to see in that way or in any way is you." He told her
trying to pour all the love he felt for her into his words, hoping it was enough to get her to believe in what he was saying. "I can't deny that that was an especially entertaining evening but it pales in comparison to the feelings of joy
and utter completeness I get from just being in your presence." He admitted, then he leaned forward to nuzzle his nose against hers, his own lips tingling with anticipation. "Or…" he said softly "shall I remind you of exactly how
I feel again." He asked and then smirked as he heard Emma let out a shaky breath.
"No that's ok." Emma whispered just as quietly, her breathing still uneven. God how did you do this to her? He could get her from 0 to quivering with need in the matter of minutes. "If you kiss me like that again we'll never finish this
conversation and we need to have it out so we can finally get to the good stuff." She laughed, thinking of how damn great the good stuff is.
Killian pulled back "As you wish." He said lightly then quickly kissed her nose and sat back into the sofa, trying not to think about what Emma might be implying when she talked about 'good stuff'.
Killian didn't want to assume anything with her and he didn't want her to feel at all pressured by him. He wanted her to give herself over to him because SHE wanted to, not because she felt she had to. He had meant what he had told her about the feelings
of completeness he had whenever he was with her. It outshined any and all nights of erotic pleasure he had ever had in his life by far and if simply being in her presence did that to him he could only imagine what it would be like for them to finally
come together. However Killian also couldn't help but hope that that moment did come sooner than later.
"I do believe that it's your turn again Swan." Killian said hoping to take his mind off the direction his thoughts were clearly heading.
Emma frowned. "Uhg, Walsh." She told him sounding disgusted with herself.
"The flying monkey." Killian stated. He knew this. He knew that they had been intimate. She had been planning on marrying the guy before Killian showed up with the memory potion (and thank the gods that he did) However it was one thing to assume
something as fact and quite another to have it confirmed as such.
"Dear god don't remind me!" Emma cried out her face going red as she buried it in her hands. Killian immediately reached out and began rubbing her back with his hand, soothingly. His attempt to ease her pain as automatic as breathing.
"I was with him for 8 months." Emma added, still not taking her head out of her hands. Her voice was muffled but Killian could plainly hear her disbelief and embarrassment over the whole situation.
"I know don't remind ME." Killian said quietly half hoping that Emma wouldn't hear him and relieved when it appeared that she hadn't. Walsh was a touchy subject for him. It had broken his heart when he had come back for her only to find her
in love with another man. Cursed memories or not. However what really did him in was the fact that Walsh had lied and deceived Emma the entire time and then promptly tried to kill her. Emma had trusted him (something Killian knew was incredibly hard
for her to do) and the monster had only hurt her like everyone else had. He hadn't deserved her love or her body and yet he had revived both through his lies and deception. If Emma hadn't killed the man (or monkey?) in self defense Killian would have
out right murdered the bastard for what he had done.
"Ugh!" Emma said making a disgusted noise and finally lifting her head. "Let's just move on, its your turn." She said looking at him.
Bloody hell. Moment of truth. His Swan was NOT going to respond well to this one. "You're not going to like it." He hedged in one last attempt to spare her.
"I still want to know." She said sternly.
Killian looked at her for a long moment, then sighed "…Tinkerbell." He said flatly.
"I knew it!" Emma shouted anger and jealousy clear as day on her face and Killian knew why. She had always questioned him about his relationship with the fairy and he had always promised her that there wasn't anything going on because
there WASN'T. He was with Emma and she was all he wanted. However she had never specifically asked him if there HADN'T been something going on between him and Tink BEFORE he and Emma met. He knew that it wasn't a good excuse not to tell her sooner
but he hadn't wanted to upset her. Clearly he had made the wrong decision.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you Swan. So so sorry. I just didn't want to upset you over something that happened a long time ago." He pleaded his case knowing sure well that it was a sorry ass excuse. He'd be lucky if she forgave him.
"How long?" Emma demanded, her arms folded over her chest.
Killian scrambled trying to remember the last time he and Tink had engaged in carnal activities, and happily realizing it had been longer than he thought. "I don't know maybe a hundred years or so ago." He told her.
"No, how long were you together?"
Killian paled slightly. He and Tinkerbell had a sort of arrangement whilst he was in Neverland. Whenever either one of them was feeling the need they came together. It was an open invitation and one that neither one of them had ever turned down. But It
was never about love or even passion really between them. Killian and Tink never saw each other as more than friends, if they were even that. It was just the need to scratch the itch with something other than his own hand during the times when
he wasn't running rum and treasure to and fro the Enchanted Forest for Pan. However their arrangement had gone on for quite a while during his long life, he really couldn't say when it started or even ended. It had just BEEN.
However he knew that none of this was going to make his Swan feel better.
"We were never together Swan," he started slowly. "It was more like, we… had an arrangement." Killian ventured his voice lifting at the end a bit almost like he was asking a question. Or more accurately asking for her permission to
admit to such a thing. It was already seen as bad enough to bed a woman you had no intention of marrying (aside from whores of course) but it was entirely bad form to REPEATEDLY bed a woman with no intentions of ever making a proposal of marriage.
Tinkerbell wasn't a whore and yet he had spent night after night in her bed simply for his own selfish release. What would Liam think? Sadly, Killian exactly knew what his brother would think. Liam would've kicked his bloody arse from here to kingdom
come, and rightly so.
"Uhg, I'm beginning to regret having this conversation." Emma said with a shake of her head, desperately trying to dislodge the images of Tinkerbell wrapped around Killian. She had always sensed that there was more to her and Killian then
either one of them had shared. It angered her that Killian hadn't told her sooner especially when he KNEW Emma had wanted to know. However he had obviously agreed to amnesty for a reason, perhaps this was why, and Emma couldn't deny him that
when she was going to need it so badly herself.
Killian was still apologizing "Emma I am so so sorry love. I should have told you. I know I should have. I wa—"
Emma reached up and put a finger to his lips to silence him "Amnesty, remember?" She said.
Killian just looked at her in slight awe. "You're… you're not upset?" He asked.
"Well, yeah, I obviously wish you'd told me sooner, or better yet that you two had never even… you know, but it's ok. You said that it's been over for a while and I believe and trust you." She said giving him the same reassurance in him that
she hoped he would give her.
Killian suddenly surged forward and kissed her quickly yet passionately. "You're a bloody marvel Swan." He said once he pulled away.
Emma laughed nervously and looked away "I hope you'll remember that in a minute." She mumbled under her breath.
"What was that, love?" Killian asked her questioningly.
"Nothing, never mind." Emma said with a shake of her head, turning back to him.
"Are you out?" Killian asked her.
"Out of what?" Emma stalled, knowing exactly what he was talking about.
"Men that you've bedded Swan." Killian said with a role of his eyes.
"We only have to tell each other about the people the other would know right?" Emma asked, still stalling.
"Those were the terms to our agreement Love." Killian reminded her.
"Then yes." Emma attempt to lie was poor and she knew that Killian would see right through her. For as good as spotting lies as Emma was Killian was as equally as good at spotting HER lies.
"No you're not, I can see it in your eyes." He said.
"Killian…" Emma whined REALLY not wanting to tell him about this one. It would only hurt him. But if he somehow found out about it from someone other than her Emma knew he would loose his god damn mind, because it would clearly look like
something it really hadn't been.
"Swan…" Killian urged and she knew he wasn't going to give this one up until she told him.
Crap. Moment of truth. No turning back now. Fuck.