"Will you go out with me tonight?" he asked.

"Of course I will!"

And the irresistible look was not necessary. My answer had burst out. The prospect of an evening out with him aboard the Jolly Roger was so thrilling that I let my lips crash against his own, maybe a bit too keenly. There was only one point of his plan for the night on which I was hesitant.

"I have one request," I announced. "Can we skip the restaurant part and have dinner aboard the Jolly Roger instead? We can get some take-away food."

He played with his eyebrow again. "Are you saying you want to eat a grilled cheese and onion rings on a date?"

What's wrong with grilled cheese and onion rings? "I'm not going out on a date with you for the food. And it doesn't have to be grilled cheese and onion rings."

"As you wish," he simply replied.

Good. "Are we going now?"

My question surely made me look like I was impatient, but honestly, I was; an evening for just the two of us was something we hadn't got in what seemed to be a very long time.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Yes." But memories of our first date and of the way he had admiringly looked at me when I had opened the door resurfaced. "Unless you prefer me to wear a dress?"

I noticed it took him a moment to answer, and I wondered what he was thinking about. At last, he answered, "You look beautiful like this."

Perfect. The less time I needed to spend in the bathroom, the better. "Then, let me do just one thing and I'm all yours."

I grabbed my phone and, while feeling his eyes on me, quickly typed a message. The evening Killian was talking about sounded amazing and, after everything we'd been through, I wanted to spend this time with him and only him; I would let no one stop us.

"What did you do?" he asked when I hit the send button.

"Texted my father."

"What did you say?"

Curious pirate. I was actually amused, and didn't hesitate before quoting the text, "I said, 'Going to sail with Killian. Goodnight!' And now I'm leaving my phone here."

I put the phone down on the table. Not taking any chance to be interrupted. Henry's with Regina, he'll be safe with her. The others can survive without us for one night.

"Nothing will come in our way," I added. "It's just us. You and I."

"Let's go, before a dwarf comes running our way to announce the next hassle."

A giggle escaped me. "You're right, let's go." We understood each other: we both knew we had to avoid Grumpy. "You're the only one I want to see tonight. I don't want anyone to interfere with our plans."

He approved. "Let's escape for the night."

He left his phone next to mine and I followed him outside. Going at Granny's was risky, and the thought of simply skipping dinner crossed my mind, but we still went. I was just hoping my parents would have left the diner already. Luckily, there was no one we knew there.

"What do you want to eat for dinner?" I asked Killian while walking to the counter.

"Whatever pleases you."

Very helpful, thank you. I examined the menu, and more precisely the section which I had spent years avoiding: the section suitable for couples, the one with baskets to share, containing too much food for a single person with a normal appetite. At last, I didn't need to avoid this section. Reading the description of the different baskets, I hesitated between two of them and pointed them to Killian, who was standing right by my side.

"Which one do you want: this one? Or this one?"

I looked up and repressed a laugh when I saw the dreamy look on his face. Alright, keep dreaming, I'll take care of picking dinner.

I wasn't even sure he had heard me. I told Granny what we would have, and turned again to Killian. At last, he seemed to resurface.

"Since you didn't know what you wanted to eat, I took the one which is a mix of everything."

"You're perfect," he commented.

I've just picked something for dinner. He pecked my lips and that was when I was fooled: it was too late when I realized Granny was handing us the bag she had just finished preparing, because he had already given her a bill.

"Killian…"

And he looked pleased with himself.

"I'm not letting you pay," he said with a smirk.

"So old-fashioned," I commented while taking the bag.

This only amused him even more. "That's what you get from dating a man who's been alive for centuries." My lips parted but no word came out as I simply couldn't find anything to say. He took advantage of my silence to add, "And I'm not done being old-fashioned."

What? But before I had time to guess what he was about to do, I felt the bag escape me.

"Killian! You only have one hand." And I want to hold this hand.

He seemingly knew the reason of my complaint as he took the bag with his hook and said, while showing me his hand, "Not a problem, my hand's still yours." Oh well, then, I guess you can carry the bag. "Let's go, love."

With his arm in my back, I let him lead me outside. The docks were not very far, but I was afraid someone would come and announce us the next crisis, in the meantime depriving us of this evening we had planned. I kept glancing around, and I noticed Killian was doing the same.

Luckily, we reached the Jolly Roger before meeting anyone, and quickly set sail. Having been on board several times already, I knew how to help him and, soon, we put some distance between us and the shore. It was not the first time I was on board, but it was the first time I could truly enjoy it, without having in mind some mission to save someone or even the whole town; standing at the railing, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, enjoying the salty air of the ocean.

"Come with me." His voice was soft. I had not heard him come. I looked back at him and saw he was holding out his hand.

"Where are we going?"

"Come," he simply answered with a smile.

Taking his hand, I followed him while wondering what he had in mind. Quickly, I noticed he was taking me to the bow of the ship, and I felt a smile stretching my lips as I thought of a movie.

"Are you giving me my Titanic moment?"

"Tita-what?"

I repressed a laugh; of course he would not catch the reference. "I really need to make you watch all those movies." The thought was enough to make me drift and think about moving again. "In our house, we already have the couches, we should add a TV, Henry will want one anyway." But I considered the idea and hesitated. "Or maybe I shouldn't make you watch them, because I find it rather adorable that you never know what I'm talking about."

Though willing to share all those things with him, I also loved that he didn't know all those references coming from the world where I had grown up, because it was a reminder the man I loved was coming from an enchanted world.

"Let me choose for you," he said. "If you make me watch those movies, does that mean I'll spend whole evenings holding you in my arms?"

I smiled at the idea of evenings spent lying on the couch in his arms. "Maybe." If Storybrooke is, one day, peaceful enough for this.

"Then, you should make me watch those movies. Or perhaps just a few of them, enough to keep our evenings busy, but not all of them so you can still quote things I don't know."

Nice compromise. "Then, I should make you watch Titanic."

"What is it?"

"Titanic is the name of a ship. The movie is about two people who fall in love, and there's one moment when the man leads the woman to the bow of the ship, and he holds her like this." Grabbing his hand and his hook, I placed them on my hips. "And she does this."

Leaning back against him, I outstretched my arms while looking at the horizon in front of us.

"Wait," I said. My ponytail was stopping me from fully enjoying the wind; I removed the rubber band and lightly shook my head to leave my hair loose. "Even better."

It was perfect: leaning back into him with my arms outstretched and my hair floating in the wind, it felt like living a dream; I had been willing to do this so many times, and here he was, making my dreams come true without even realizing. I thought it couldn't be any better, but I was wrong: I felt his lips on my neck and wasn't fast enough to bite my lip as a sound had time to escape.

My voice was just a whisper when I talked. "He doesn't do that, but I won't complain about this interpretation of the story."

I could feel his lips stretch into a smile against my skin. His hand and his hook, until then on my hips, slipped across my stomach as he wrapped me in his arms, in the meantime pulling me closer to him. This was when I got lost: I could only focus on his lips which had seemingly parted on my neck, and on the soft and wet touch of what I guessed was his tongue against my skin.

"Killian…"

His name escaped me. There was no point in keeping my arms outstretched anymore and I grabbed his wrists instead.

Stay like this, forever.

It was like my whole world was him. And this world was on fire. Willing to be even closer to him, my jaw brushed his cheek and his lips found mine. I turned to face him and wrapped my arms around his neck. His hand reached my thigh and my leg found itself at the level of his waist.

Closer.

It just felt natural to lift my second leg up. But it was still not enough. It felt like only kissing him even more thoroughly would appease the fire burning inside me. Everything seemed to move and I didn't realize it was because he had stepped back and leant against the railing. All I could feel was that he was replying to the kiss with the same intensity and holding me against him even more tightly, and it only seemed to feed the fire some more. My hands slipped down his neck and I gripped the collar of his shirt. When shivers ran through my body, I realized he had slipped his hand under my clothes, on my hip.

Killian, wait.

Then I realized my fingers were about to unbutton his shirt.

Emma, what are you doing? Sending the wrong signals. Stop.

I tugged at his bottom lip and grabbed his hand to stop it from slipping up.

"We should eat."

These were the first words which came to me as I looked for an alternative activity. Suspecting that I would give in to him if I stayed so close, I resisted the temptation to lean against him and got back on my feet.

"Swan…"

Oops. "Sorry, I didn't want to…" Turn you on. Can't say it like that. "I didn't mean to…"

I knew what I wanted to say, but I couldn't find the words. My cheeks suddenly felt warm and his smoldering look certainly didn't help.

"Didn't mean to what?" he asked while giving me his irresistible look.

Why the hell are you doing this? I could feel I was blushing even more.

"I didn't mean to… to make you think that… Well, you're a man." Nicely spotted, Emma.

He seemed quite amused. "Oh, I'm a man? Don't you forget it."

Oh gosh, what game are you playing at? I still felt the need to explain. "I mean… I got carried away."

"Kisses on the neck on the bow of the ship lead to a loss of control. Noted."

The way he had quirked the corner of his mouth was saying it all: he was deliberately teasing me. Dammit. And it doesn't have to happen on the bow of the ship. My cheeks were burning.

"But I get it," he went on. "Still not the time to pillage and plunder."

Killian Jones, stop it!

"Stop talking." Before he had time to complain, I pressed my lips on his own. You want to play the teasing game? I can play as well. I purposefully placed my hand on the top of his thigh and couldn't help smiling when hearing him moan. He tried to pull me closer, and I resisted. "Let's have dinner."