This has been sitting in my files for a while now (by that I meant like almost two months) so I decided to continue it because I just had a spur of inspiration. I hope you guys enjoy this :)

Killian walked up the stairs leading to Swan's place. He watched the basket hanging on his hook, carefully lifting it to avoid it from hitting the steps. He almost got another rose for tonight then he realized he already got her one during their first date. And he didn't want to be predictable.

He smiled at the thought of Emma in that pink dress. How beautiful she looked that night. But then she had always looked beautiful to him. He wondered what she would wear tonight. Actually he didn't really care. He knew she would look good in everything.

Knock! Knock!

He hid the basket behind his back, remembering their first. He waited patiently as he heard voices from the other side. He heard a shuffle by the door. When the door opened, he looked up, meeting a pair of sea green eyes. She wore that white shirt, a turtleneck she once told him, pants they call jeans and those boots. His eyes trailed up to look at her beautiful face.

"You look lovely, Swan." he smiled.

She looked up at him gingerly under those long lashes. He certainly didn't miss the blush tinging her cheeks. He smirked. He knew he had that effect on her. As much as she had an effect on him, especially with that adorable confused look on her face.

"I wear this everyday." she replied.

"Well, Swan, that means you look lovely everyday."

He grinned as the blush deepened and she looked away looking anywhere but at him, her face red and flustered. He watched as she tried hard not to meet his eyes. His mind was pulling her in , asking her to look at him with those eyes. Until she finally gave in and lifted her gaze to his ocean blue eyes. His breath got caught. He found himself floating in those green eyes. Suddenly, he wanted to just pull her in and take her in his arms and take in her scent and just kiss her senseless. It would have been alright if it wasn't for the presence of her parents in the room, especially the Prince who was now standing behind Emma.

"Evening, mate."

"Good evening, Hook." David greeted him, every word laced with fatherly protectiveness.

"Well, Emma and I were just talking and..." Eyes intently on David, he bowed a little, uncovering the thing behind his back as he did.

Emma's eyes widened and she placed all the pieces together. That was why he asked her to wear something comfortable. He was actualy setting up a picnic for the two of them. And what was he wearing? It wasn't his usual black pirate shirt, but a plain white button down shirt under that leather jacket of his.

"It's okay, Dad. Tell Mom I already went out. I'll be alright."

She pleadingly looked at David, asking him not to worry much about her. Well, she knew she couldn't blame him. His daughter was going on a date with a pirate. Who wasn't going to fret about that? She kissed David on the cheek and smiled when she saw his eyes softened as he handed her her red jacket and said goodbye.

When the door closed behind her, her stomach dipped because she realized that she was alone with him. Out of he corner of her eyes, she could see that he was looking at her as she put her jacket on. She smiled at him and he smiled back, gesturing for her to go first. Yes, she was relieved that finally David stopped giving her the talk but now that she was with him she was nervous as hell.

Shit! She didn't expect it to be this cold outside. She shook her head and push her hands into her pockets.

"Picnic, huh?" She looked back at him.

"Yes. Why do you look so surprised?"

She walked beside him as they made their way towards she didn't know where. "Well, it's just that..."

"Hm?"

I've never really had a picnic before. "Nothing."

She knew he wanted to push her but he kept it well. He just nodded and pointed at the direction where the docks, she realized, was.

"The docks?"

"Aye." he said, his eyes twinkling at the mention of the docks.

As approached the docks, he lifted the basket and led her to his ship. She glanced at him from his side and couldn't help but notice the child-like delight in his eyes as they fell on his beloved ship. She knew how much it meant to him. It wasn't just a ship, after all. It was his home, both full of happy and sad moments.

"Over there, love." He pointed to the Jolly Roger.

She froze, her mouth agape as a gasp left her lips. You could pretty much say that it looked nothing like the Jolly Roger she had grown to know. Around the deck were lights coiled around the railings, giving the ship a radiant glow in the dark night. In the middle was a table covered with red cloth and topped electric candles and a vase of red roses. All she could think of was 'Wow'.

"Do you like it?" he asked with curiosity as he searched her face for an answer.

"Killian...I..."

She looked at him, catching his ocean blue eyes filled with worry and something Emma knew as anxiety. She tried to form words but she couldn't. She just couldn't.

"Wow... Where did you get those candles?"

Real smooth, Emma, real smooth, she thought.

Instead of being disappointed, his eyes lit up with joy. He grinned at her wide as he gestured for her to climb aboard his ship with an outstretched hand. "Oh, Ruby, helped me with that. She lent me some from the diner. I also managed to borrow one of those folding tables at Granny's. The food too, of course, in case you were wondering."

"So basically we're having everything from Granny's except we're somewhere else?" She raised an eyebrow at him jokingly.

"I take it from your tone that you're disappointed?" He frowned, the disappointment and fear apparent in his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed in an adorable way making her want to kiss him senseless. This man was going to kill her.

She bit her lip as she grasped the lapels of his jacket pulling him in. "No, Killian." she said in a low voice pulling him closer. "I love it. It's perfect." She stood on her toes, loving the way his blue eyes darken before her, and slowly pressed a small kiss on his soft lips.

When he felt her pulling away almost immediately, he groaned and quickly wrapped his good arm around her waist and pulled her back in for a hot searing kiss. She yelped in surprise which quickly melted into a moan bringing her arms around his neck to pull him flush against her body. With every move of his mouth, with every sweep of his tongue, he set her body aflame, hot and curling at the pit of her stomach. He bit down on her lower lip lightly. A shot of arousal went down her spine as he soothed her swollen lip with the soft swipes of his hot tongue. Her hands dug into his soft dark hair as she mewled into his mouth.

I cut it there just because. But the next chapter is up anyway. Go on, my friends. :D