Killian Jones scanned the crowd as he entered the club. His eyes later on landed onto the bar and swiftly made his way across it. He gave no attention to the barista except to order a martini and turned his way to watch the dancing crowd.
He was backpacking around America, a trip his mother so deeply disapproved of, with his pal David for the summer before real-life beckoned. Born and raised in London, he was so used to the traditional English breeding that for some time, he so ever wondered if he was going to get some freedom. Until this opportunity came to his doorstep and eyes full of glee, he did not ponder what his parents would think. He only did tell them the same day he was to board the plane which caused David to bite back a laugh.
Only then did Killian think that he only had a few more days before he had to head back home. Thus, the sudden trip to the club. The idea of coming home, scared the shit out of him especially since his mother had not so long ago announced he was to be bestowed to a woman he did not know of at all, nonetheless cared for. It did not help that if this wedding was a fluke, his father would cut all accounts and assets he ever owned.
Killian Jones could not imagine his life without money.
So, he grumbly said yes. He was skipping a couple of milestones in his life for this company merger his family wished to attain and he could fathom as to how any of it would be beneficial to him in the future.
"One gin tonic please."
Killian turned around to see the most beautiful woman his eyes ever laid on in his entire life. Her long blonde tresses framing her face, making him want to run his fingers through them and when she faced him, he swore he's never seen such appealing gray eyes.
"Isn't that too tough a drink, lass?" He felt the need to make quiet conversation with her. Even for a second.
She shrugged and said, "Well, I never thought to have the same drinking capacity of a woman's"
"Oh, so you're actually a male hidden under all those glorious curves?"
She bit her cheek, looking as if she's trying to suppress a laugh. She gave him a tight-lipped smile before answering. "Listen buddy, I don't know who you are—"
"Killian Jones." He said whilst extending his hand for her to shake. She didn't. Only to stare at him in utter disbelief before grabbing her drink that magically appeared before them and left.
He chased after her, tapping her shoulder when she finally paused in front of a table. She turned to him and it was only then he noticed the black dress she was wearing that accented her curves and more importantly, her boobs.
"You're an ass." She deadpanned.
"I only wanted to introduce my name, darling. Which by the way, I don't know yours."
She only looked at him, her eyes boring into his, the entire room disappearing around them with the music fading into background. Finally she said, "Why should I even bother?"
"Well, probably because you want to have hot, robust sex with a handsome stranger." He kidded but as her eyes grew wide, like he's suddenly hit a spot, she looked at him with a calculating look.
It surprised him even more when she smiled slyly saying, "I suppose that can be arranged."
The sun was brimming on his eyes; the sweet scent of baked toast ascended his nostrils. When he finally opened them, he saw the woman from last night gathering her clothes, rushing to the bathroom as she did so. He was usually used to never expecting but for once, he actually allowed himself to think of going on repeat of last night's events. Then for a brief moment, he also thought of David and if that sucker actually came to the club last night to follow him. Yet only for a brief moment.
"I see you're up." She stated as she exited the bathroom and hastily gathered more of her belongings from the floor.
"Now, I'm not much of a bragger but I know last night went pretty well." It was a bit terrifying to think that the truths beneath his words were asking for a confirmation whether she enjoyed his company or not. A smile graced her lips and that he knew, was all the confirmation he needed. "How about, you and I have some breakfast?"
Damn. He was acting like some lovesick puppy. Never in his life did he ask a woman to breakfast after a one-night stand nor did he even stick around much after. This girl though, he couldn't shake off the undeniable connection he felt with her even when few words were shared. He inwardly cringed. David's lovesick ways towards his girl, Mary Margaret was getting to him. He sighed, knowing her answer already.
"I have to go. I have work."
Before she reached the door for her escape, he couldn't help but ask behind her, "Wait, I never got your name!"
And if he weren't paying very close attention, he probably wouldn't off catch her words "Its Emma. My name's Emma."
He watched as she went out of the door and probably his life. It was then he realized that this instant connection he felt towards her was real and he'd never forgive himself if he didn't take a chance although it wasn't because it was good sex. However, it was very damn good sex. He stubbornly thought of all the possibilities and knew that what he felt can't simply be one-sided.
With no idea about anything except her name and memory, Killian had decided this wouldn't be the last he'd see of Emma, even if he had to travel all over the world to find her.
AN: How about some thoughts? Also, CAPTAIN SWAN INTERACTION TODAY! YAY! Dedicated to all my lovely beans 3