A/N: How does one go about courting five years after one night of passion? Wildflower arrangements and cocoa of course! Welcome to chapter two of fluff and the more official ask out for that first date. Hope you guys enjoy!

In the hours following her first reunion with Killian, Emma anticipated that he might take his time in finding out when their date would be specifically. It had, after all, taken five years for him to walk back into her life. But that instinct was incorrect. In fact, the next morning, only a few minutes after the shop opened, a group of men walked in delivering dozens of bouquets of wildflowers. In no time the store was filled with their sweet scent and the serene pastels of their petals. To say that the number of them was overwhelming would be an understatement.

Emma had been working diligently on a new pendant design after having an incredibly productive rest of the afternoon the day before. It was nautical in theme and held traces of a sort of Celtic swirl. She didn't often toot her own horn, but this new line was something special, coming from a creative place she'd never been in before. It seemed that the chaotic overthrow of her happy comfort was exactly the inspiration she had needed to get the muses talking again.

This absorption in her designs kept Emma too slow to discretely handle the flowers when they arrived. Instead, Emma watched as Ruby signed for the arrangements and quickly read the note as Mary Margaret instructed the deliverymen where to put them all, from inside the store to the back room to along the outer sidewalk. As a result of this huge gesture, the small amount of background Emma had supplied her friends with the day before was deemed unfit and now here she stood, bearing the brunt of an intense interrogation about the nature of her past with Killian.

"This was more than two ships passing in the night if he sent all these." Ruby was clearly impressed at the display as she brought the note back over to Emma.

"He moved across an ocean to find her all these years later and he knew how much she loves wildflowers. I would think it was more than that." Mary Margaret sounded indignant at the thought that Emma would be compared to a ship, which made Emma's discomfort ease slightly.

"Right but why all of this now?" Ruby's question was the one Emma had been grappling with for the past twenty-four hours.

"That I don't know."

Emma took the now opened note and read it to herself. She was a hundred percent sure that the cursive script was his, and the words touched her. They were sweet and thoughtful, and not the forward flirtatiousness she'd been expecting. He had surprised her again, which people were so rarely capable of doing in her life.

Not a day has gone by that I haven't thought of you, Swan. There is one flower here for each day that's passed. Something beautiful for the misfortune of our separation.

"You're sure it was one night?" Ruby looked at the flowers like they somehow held the answers.

"We met on my last night in London."

"Did you sleep with him?" Emma looked at Mary Margaret, unsure for a minute if this was judgment or awe in her voice.

"There wasn't much sleep involved."

Emma didn't need to tell them that there actually had been and even all these years later she remembered the warmth of his embrace and how the even sound of his breathing had lulled her to sleep faster than anything else ever had. Out loud, though, it was easier to pretend it had just been a really good lay.

"He was the reason you came back home so listless."

Emma nodded at the astute commentary but avoided eye contact, opting to focus on the blossoms in front of her. The range in color and cut were dazzling and she marveled that he remembered all these years later the conversation they'd had. She'd talked about the small meadow she lived near that held a beautiful smattering of different colored flowers each spring. Emma might have believed it to be a lucky guess on his part, if his note hadn't read 'P.S. Perhaps you'll show me that meadow soon.' She sighed as she ran a fingertip against one of the daisies in the bunch.

"You're in love with him."

Mary Margaret's blunt statement had Emma whipping her head up to look at her friend. Her heart was racing and part of her knew the words to be true, but she had to cling to reason. You couldn't fall in love with someone in one night and hold onto it for so long.

"That's a bit of a stretch."

"Oh come on, Emma, look who you're talking to. We've been your best friends for years now and not once have I ever seen you react this way to someone. You're blushing. I didn't even know that was a biological possibility for you." Emma sighed at the use of hyperbole.

"Yes, I'm attracted to him. Yes, Killian's always been in the back of my mind as a guy who I shared an amazing moment in my life with. But that doesn't make it love." Her voice sounded somewhat convincing but neither of her friends were buying it.

"You've never gotten close to someone in the past few years. Are you telling us Killian isn't the reason for that." Emma shook her head.

"The reason for that is that we live in the middle of nowhere Maine with guys I've known forever who I either see as friends or brothers."

"Emma," the soft insistence from Ruby cracked Emma's wall against confessing that Killian might have been the reason she didn't let anyone get too close.

"He is my big what-if. The guy I've compared all the others to since meeting him even if I hated it. Happy? Satisfied that I felt enough?"

Emma couldn't tell if she was angry or just riled from admitting the strong emotions that had been swirling around inside over the past day. Then both Mary Margaret and Ruby grinned and the former possibility slipped. They were just trying to get her to open up.

"He's not a what-if anymore!" Mary Margaret sounded positively giddy at the prospect.

"Have you thought of what you're going to wear on your date? How about red? I know it's my signature color, but you look great in red." Emma chuckled low at Ruby's inquiry when the bell at the front door tinkled.

"Delivery for Emma Swan."

The young man at the door came bearing three drinks and a bag bearing the Granny's logo. She recognized him as one of the local high schoolers and quickly took these gifts from him. Tearing open the note she laughed out loud before imparting to Mary Margaret and Ruby that Killian actually bought all three of them their midmorning coffee orders down to the very last detail. Now her friends' like for him only increased as they set upon the drinks and the pastries.

"How the hell did you leave London after meeting someone like him?"

The off-handed remark from Ruby felt like a swift kick to the gut, but Emma tried to bear it as well as she could. Truth was it had been really hard. Reason might have gotten her on that plane and headed back to her normal life, but her heart had ached at the thought that the two of them would be nothing more than one night's affair abroad. She'd actually cried on the plane, and Emma Swan never cried.

"I had a life here and he had a life there."

"They weren't ready yet." Mary Margaret's resolute tone made her sound like some sort of romance authority, and as the friend in the committed and loving relationship that may be true. "Now they can have their chance."

Emma raised her coffee cup to her lips and only then did she notice the writing underneath the cardboard cozy. There, written in the same script, was his phone number and a plea for her to call him. After such thoughtfulness she could hardly turn him down. She excused herself from the store and headed back out down the street in the direction of their kiss the day before as she dialed his number. He picked up on the second ring.

"Swan." His voice saying her name like that made her want physical closeness.

"How'd you guess?" He laughed at that.

"I've had an American number for two days and you're the only person other than Granny I've given it to."

"Is that your way of telling me I'm special?" She was teasing him, and he knew it.

"Giving you my number was not my grandest gesture of the morning, love."

"No it wasn't. The flowers were beautiful if a bit much." Only now did Killian seem worried.

"In theory it was a magical idea, until I realized just how many flowers that would be. I hope it wasn't terribly inconvenient." Emma laughed at that and sat down on the bench in the small park that Killian had sat in the day before.

"No, it was still perfect. Mary Margaret's got a plan to share the wealth around town. Make Storybrooke look a little more picturesque. Plus buying coffee for my friends scored you points too. You're setting the bar dangerously high."

"My intention is that no other man will ever compare. I don't intend to let you go this time, Emma." Her breath caught at the statement and she knew he was serious. Was she ready for words like that?

"We haven't even had a first real date yet."

"Thus my gestures. Can I pick you up at seven on Friday, love?"

"Seven would be good." Emma smiled down at her hands, excited for the prospect of their date.

"Good. Now look up." Emma did as she was bid and saw him crossing the street over to her. She was surprised to see him in the flesh but her whole body hummed with anticipation.

"You're here." Killian smiled at that as he stepped towards her, taking her hand in his.

"As I will be from now on. That's a promise, love."

She looked in his bright blue eyes and saw the truth resonating in them. This time though, it was him who pulled her closer and took her mouth in a passionate kiss. Emma grew dizzy off of the give and take of the moment. She felt like the sun was coming out for the first time in ages, and his touch took any anxiety or pause she had in her life and washed it away. He pulled back and she wanted to follow him, but kept herself still.

"You are a serious test of my self control, Emma." Her eyes flickered up to his and she smiled knowingly. Her hand came up against his chest and her fingers flexed slightly.

"Five years is an awful long time to keep yourself in check." She relished the visible swallow he made and it only fueled her desire to set him off balance.

"That it is."

"Think you can make it to Friday?" He nodded shakily and she moved close to his lips until she was only a breath away and spoke again. "I don't think I can, so I might have to get creative on how to handle this crazy need you've sparked."

With that she kissed him lightly and headed back to the store. He let her walk away, partaking in the sort of game she'd set forth. Only when she was inside the glass doors did her phone buzz with a text from him.

K: How creative are we talking?

"You totally made out with him." Ruby's comment pulled Emma from the text.

"You totally watched me like a stalker." Ruby didn't deny it and Emma rolled her eyes jokingly as she headed back to her station. Once there she responded to Killian.

E: I have a really active imagination, one that tends to run away with me late at night.

K: I could help you with that, Swan.

E: Oh you will, even if you're not physically with me.

K: You're driving me mad.

E: Only seems fair.

K: Your hand can't bring the same comfort that I could, love.

E: That's probably true. Doesn't mean I won't try over and over.

Before he could respond she texted him that she had to get back to work and for the rest of the day, she was fully fixated on the projects before her. She managed to make three new pieces, all of which she, Mary Margaret, and Ruby loved as well as fulfill the back orders that had come in online the night before. It wasn't until she was back at home that she considered taking Killian up on his offer, and was she ever tempted to.

Emma managed to get through making dinner and catching up on some of her favorite shows before heading to bed. Once there she had a choice to make – make good on her earlier claims, or call it a night and attempt to sleep with the pent up sexual frustration. Never one to lie, Emma made good on her promises and when she'd finished she texted him once more.

E: Tonight left me with some good ideas for after our date.

His reply was instantaneous.

K: What I'll give you is so much more than ideas. Rest up - you'll need your strength.

Emma smiled and lay back ready to go to sleep when one more notification came in.

K: Sweet dreams, Emma.

It was hard not to fall just a tiny bit harder for him when he was so sweet and kind to her. So instead Emma decided not to fight it and instead she sighed and succumbed to a dream exactly of that nature.

Post Note: Hope you guys enjoyed the second installment of 'Souvenirs.' It's short, I know but the first date's chapter will be longer and will be coming soon. Stay tuned and as always, I'd love to hear your feedback!