Title: Accidentally in Love

Author: Steph
Rating: PG

Pairing: Killian/Emma

Characters: Killian, Emma, Belle, David, Mary Margaret, Robin.
Category: Romance/Humor/Drama
Disclaimer: I do this out of a love for this couple. No infringement is intended.

Spoilers: Nope!

Summary: Emma Swan needs to be married by 30 in order to receive the money from her trust fund and save her failing business. Killian Jones is the thief who just tried to rob her store. The two strike a deal: Killian will pretend to marry Emma and she won't send him to jail.

Note: Thanks for your responses to the first part and for reading. In this part, I chose to have Killian where the suit that Colin wore to the IFTA awards a few weeks ago. If you missed it, then you can Google it for your viewing pleasure and to help you picture it in the story: Hope you enjoy this part! -Steph!

…Accidentally in Love: Part 2/12...

~ Don't think I'm taking my eyes off you for a minute.~

Emma tapped her fingernail in annoyance against the table, as she glanced at her watch for the umpteenth time. He was 20 minutes late.

Just then, the door swung open and Killian strolled in.

"You're late," she said by way of greeting him.

"Good afternoon to you, too, Emma."

"I said 1 o'clock, Killian."

He shrugged. "My apologies. I had some things to do."

Emma scoffed at that. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize thieves had such busy schedules. I hope I didn't pull you away from any pressing matters."

He offered her a close-mouthed smile. "I'm here now. Shall we go? I saw a great suit shop a few blocks down the street."

Emma shook her head. "We're not going to one of those places. They're way too expensive. We're going to Goodwill."

Killian's lips curled down in distaste. "I'm sorry, love, but I'm afraid I don't wear second-hand clothing."

"You do now," she said with a smile, as she shoved him toward the door.

Killian sighed heavily as they exited the store and walked a few blocks to Goodwill.

Emma started inside, but he stood rooted to his spot. "Love, I don't believe that a stockbroker from Wall Street would buy his clothes at Goodwill."

"No one will know where we got them."

"I doubt you'll find anything suitable in there."

Emma grabbed him by the elbow and proceeded to drag him inside. "I guess we're about to find out."

Emma surveyed the room and found a rack with suits. Killian reluctantly followed her. She began searching through the garments. She had to admit the pickings were slim. She laughed at a brown plaid polyester suit.

"You'd look great in this," she said, as she held it up to him with a laugh.

Her eyes scanned his body for a long moment, as he took a step closer to her. She was pretty sure he could wear a potato sack and still look gorgeous.

She shook her head free of those thoughts and put the suit back on the rack. Killian began to help her search through the rack. Their hands suddenly landed on the same suit, their fingers ending up entwined. Emma blushed, as he met her eyes.

Killian swallowed hard at the wave of electricity that shot up his arm. He'd felt it before when they'd touched but tried to ignore it. He knew it would be easy to fall for Emma Swan. She was smart and beautiful and tough. He also knew she was way out of his league. He was a thief and she was an heiress. She would never fall for a guy like him.

Emma finally tore her hand away and sheepishly muttered, "Sorry."

Killian pulled the suit off the rack. It was a three piece blue suit with a white oxford shirt, black tie, and a unique feature: a gold chain held the jacket closed instead of buttons.

"I like this one," he said.

"Me too," Emma agreed.

Killian offered her a grin. "Look at that, we agree on something."

Emma fought back a smile and gestured to the dressing room. "Go try it on so we can see if it fits."

Killian disappeared into the dressing room and emerged a few minutes later. Emma's mouth fell open at the sight of him. She was certain she had never seen another man look as good in a suit before.

"Well?" he asked, as he spun around.

Emma shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. "Not bad. Could work."

Killian walked over to her, nearly closing the distance between them. She inhaled his scent, an intoxicating mixture of evergreen, mint and something all his own. His eyes roamed over her face.

"I think the look on your lovely face when I emerged said a lot more than 'not bad'."

Emma inhaled deeply, as she took a step back and rolled her eyes. "You know you look good. You seem to have a healthy ego. I don't feel the need to stroke it."

Killian's eyebrows darted upward and he smiled. "That's okay. The look on your face said it all."

Emma swallowed hard. "Okay, let's just get that suit. Maybe a couple more for any other times you'll be with my parents. We need to get you a nice pair of shoes too. Hurry up and get out of those clothes."

His lips slipped into a devilish smile. "Your wish is my command, milady."

He began to unbutton his vest, as Emma's eyes widened. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him toward the dressing room.

"You know what I meant!" she scolded.

Killian laughed, as he set about getting changed. He had to admit he enjoyed pushing her buttons.

…

~I don't mean to upset you, Emma, but I think we make quite the team.~

Killian arrived at the store at 6:30 p.m on the dot. He took one step inside and stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of Emma.

She was wearing a red dress that hugged every curve on her body. Her blonde locks were curled into waves that flowed past her shoulders.

Emma noticed him staring at her and began to blush.

"What?" she asked.

He smiled at her. "You look stunning, Emma."

Emma's lips curled upward. "Thank you." Her eyes swept over him appreciatively. "You clean up pretty well."

He chuckled. "Thank you."

They stood in an uncomfortable silence for a few moments, until Emma cleared her throat. "Let's set a few ground rules. First, stick to the information I have given you. If something comes up that you don't know, then follow my lead. Second, no displays of affection."

Killian frowned in disappointment. He figured one of the perks of being Emma Swan's faux fiancé would be getting to touch her.

"Love, I do believe engaged couples show affection towards one another. Don't you think a lack of affection could arouse suspicion in your parents?"

Emma shook her head. "No, my parents know I'm not comfortable with public displays of affection."

Killian shrugged. "Fine." He held out his hand to her. "Shall we go?"

Emma stared at his hand, thinking how she really wanted to slip hers into it.

She resisted the urge. "Nice try. No touching, remember?"

Killian dropped his hand. "As you wish."

They walked to Emma's car and drove in silence. Emma pulled into the driveway of a mansion 15 minutes later. Killian's eyes widened at the grand home.

"You grew up here?"

She nodded, as they exited the car. "Yeah, but it never really felt like home. I always felt like I didn't belong for some reason."

Killian shrugged as they approached the door. "I think I could grow accustomed to it."

Emma rang the bell and, a moment later, the door swung open. A woman about 60 answered the door.

"Hi, Greta," Emma said. "This is Killian."

Greta smiled as Killian extended his hand to her. "Pleasure," he greeted her.

Greta couldn't stop staring at him and had yet to release his hand. Emma rolled her eyes and pried Killian's hand from hers.

"Emma, you're here!" They suddenly heard coming from their right.

They both turned their attention to where the voice had come from. A man and woman stood in the doorway to the large dining room. They were in their late 50's. The woman had fair skin and short dark hair. Her eyes were warm and her smile was welcoming. The man had brown hair with flecks of gray and light eyes on a kind face.

They both rushed forward, enveloping Emma in a hug that nearly knocked her over. Killian had to move aside so as not to be knocked over himself.

When they parted, they turned their attention to Killian.

"You must be Killian," Mary Margaret said, shaking his hand.

"Please to meet you," he greeted her.

David shook his hand next. "Our daughter has told us nothing about you."

Emma groaned. "Dad! Don't start."

"Your father is right, Emma. You've been dating for - what…?"

"Six months," Killian supplied a little too eagerly, like a student who is overly excited to know the answer to a question.

Emma threw him a look.

"Six months is a long time to keep a boyfriend a secret," David said.

"I already told you it was a long distance relationship and I wanted to see if it was serious first. You know I don't do relationships, so this is all new to me."

"Then I guess it is serious," Mary Margaret said with a smile.

Emma met Killian's eyes and smiled. "Yes, it is."

Emma had found a cheap, fake ring at a pawn store to pass off as her engagement ring, but it was in her purse. She wanted to wait until after dinner to announce her phony engagement.

Emma cleared her throat. "Should we head into the dining room for dinner?"

David nodded. "Yes, we are ready to begin."

Mary Margaret sat at one end of the long table and David at the other. Emma sat down first and gestured with her head for Killian to sit across from her, but he took a seat right beside her. The opposite side of the table was left empty.

The Nolan's staff served a shrimp cocktail first.

"So, Killian, how did you and Emma meet?" Mary Margaret asked.

Killian wiped at his mouth before beginning. "Well, we were at a bookstore in Manhattan and we both reached for a copy of To Kill a Mockingbird."

"That's Emma's favorite," David said.

"Mine as well." He met Emma's eyes. "I asked her out for drinks and the rest is history."

Killian scooted closer to Emma and put his arm around her shoulders. She threw him a glare, silently reminding him of their no physical displays of affection rule, but he ignored her. She wiggled in his embrace for a moment, before realizing she liked him so close and that her parents would grow suspicious if she pushed him away. Instead, she relaxed and leaned into his touch.

He looked down at her, surprised, and smiled.

"You work and live in Manhattan?" Mary Margaret said.

"Aye, that I do."

"What do you do for a living?" David asked.

"I'm a stockbroker," Killian said, praying they didn't ask him to elaborate.

"I've always found that job to be fascinating. What would you say is the most challenging aspect of your job?" he asked.

Killian swallowed hard. He had done his research as Emma had instructed, but it had consisted solely of watching the movie the Wolf of Wall Street and he'd fallen asleep during it.

Emma stared at him, biting her lower lip nervously.

"Um, I'd say the, uh, pump and dump strategy is very challenging."

Mary Margaret's brow furrowed. "I think I've heard of that. Isn't that when you drive up the price of a stock through false statements in order to sell the cheaply purchased product at a higher price?"

Killian slowly nodded. He had no idea what it meant. It was the only thing he could remember from the movie that didn't involve drugs or sex.

"Uh, yes, that's right," he replied.

David's eyes widened. "But that's stock fraud. It's illegal."

Killian's mouth dropped open, followed by Emma's. She quickly recovered though and laughed nervously, as she playfully swatted his arm.

"Oh, Killian, you're such a kidder! Isn't he funny?"

Mary Margaret and David stared at them for a long moment, then slowly joined them in their laughter. Killian breathed a sigh of relief as he exchanged a grateful look with Emma.

"I thought you were serious for a moment," David said.

Mary Margaret shook her head with a smile. "Can you imagine? Our Emma falling in love with a criminal!"

They all laughed, except for Killian. He looked at Emma and for the first time he realized exactly how out of his league she really was. They came from two different worlds and he knew that her parents would never accept the real him.

He shook free of his thoughts, as the entrée was served next. Killian's lips curled downward in disgust as his plate was placed in front of him. A rare piece of lamb was the object of his revulsion.

Killian tried to discreetly whisper to Emma. "I can't eat that."

"Why not?" she asked through gritted teeth.

"I'm a vegetarian."

"What? Why didn't you tell me?"

He gave her a pointed look. "It was in the information I gave you about myself, which you destroyed without so much as looking at."

"You could have said something when I told you that your favorite food was lamb!"

"I'm not eating it."

"You have to!"

"I can't. I won't."

"Is something wrong with the lamb?" Mary Margaret asked, as she noticed their frenzied whispering back and forth.

He began to speak, but Emma shook her head. "No, it looks great, Mom."

"Is it cooked to your liking, Killian? Emma said lamb was your favorite, so I asked the kitchen staff to prepare it especially for you."

Killian forced a smile. "That was very considerate of you."

"My wife is a very thoughtful woman. I'm sure you'll love the lamb."

Emma nodded. "I'm sure he will." She paused and eyed him. "Isn't that right, Killian?"

He slowly bobbed his head. "Uh, yes, it looks delicious."

Killian slowly began to cut the meat and sliced off the smallest piece he could. He tried not to gag as he brought it up to his mouth and placed it on his tongue.

He managed to discreetly store it in his cheek and pretended to swallow. "That is just di…delectable. Compliments to the chef." He paused and then asked. "I must excuse myself for a moment though. Emma, could you show me where the loo is?"

Emma stared at him. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Just fine, love."

"Excuse us," she said, as they exited the dining room. She rounded the corner and shoved him into the bathroom.

He immediately went to the trash can and spit the meat out. Emma's eyes widened.

"You didn't eat it?!"

"I think I was rather clear when I told you I couldn't."

Killian went to the sink and placed his mouth under the faucet. He shoveled the water into his mouth, in a desperate attempt to rid himself of the taste of the lamb. He used the palm of his hand to brush at his tongue.

"You're being ridiculous."

He turned to face her. "What's so ridiculous about being a vegetarian?"

Emma crossed her arms over her chest. "Well, let's start with the fact that you always wear leather. So…what? You support killing animals for fashion, just not food?"

He shrugged. "Fine, so I'm not a vegetarian for any moral reason. I just loathe the way meat tastes, especially lamb." He paused and then added. "You know, this all could have been avoided if you read the information I gave you about myself."

"No, this could have been avoided if you had mentioned you were a vegetarian when I said your favorite food was lamb!"

"Well, that ship has sailed, love. What do you suppose we do now?"

"What do you mean? You need to eat it. My mother will be insulted if you don't."

"I can't eat it. I will literally vomit all over the dining room table. Would you prefer that?"

Just then, they were startled by a knock on the door.

"Killian, are you okay?" Mary Margaret asked. "Is Emma in there with you? I think I heard her voice."

Killian and Emma exchanged a surprised look. Emma shook her head in annoyance. "Yes, I am, Mom. It seems Killian has caught a bit of a bug."

"Oh no, that's awful."

Emma looked at Killian and pointed at the toilet. His eyes narrowed at her in confusion and she rolled her eyes. She gestured to his mouth and pointed to the toilet again. He simply stared at her.

"Pretend you're vomiting!" she whispered in frustration.

"What? Absolutely not! That will make a terrible first impression on your mother."

She clenched her jaw. "It's either that or you eat the lamb!"

Killian immediately began to make vomiting sounds.

"Emma, let me in. I can help. You used to vomit all the time as a child."

"No! He's very embarrassed by this."

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about. The poor thing is ill."

"He'll be fine. Just give us a minute," Emma said.

"Okay," she replied and walked away.

Killian stopped making vomiting sounds. Emma walked over to the sink, turned the faucet on, and ran her fingertips under it. Then she flicked them at his face. He blinked in surprise and flinched away from her.

"What in bloody hell was that for?"

"You need to look sweaty. You're sick and you just threw up."

He groaned as he wiped at his brow. "Well, I suppose we have to leave now."

"Not before announcing our fake engagement."

"Now? Won't that seem like poor timing?"

"I don't care. I have a month to get married. I can't afford to wait."

He shrugged. "Fine."

Emma opened the door and he followed her back to the dining room.

David eyed him, as did Mary Margaret. "Are you alright, Killian? Mary Margaret said you are ill."

"I'll be fine. Just a touch of a bug. I can't stomach eating anything now though. I feel terribly to have to cut our dinner short. The lamb was so…delicious and you went to all of this trouble to have it made just for me. My apologies."

Mary Margaret shook her head. "Don't be silly. You can't control falling ill. I will have the staff wrap up some for you to take home and eat when you are feeling better."

He forced a smile. "That would be lovely."

There was an uncomfortable silence for a moment, until Emma broke it, speaking quickly. She figured it was like taking off a band-aid. Less painful the faster you did it.

"So, Mom, Dad, this isn't how I wanted to do this, but, well, I wanted to tell you that Killian and I are engaged."

Emma then dug through her purse, placed the ring on her finger, and held up her hand. Her parents stared at her in shock.

"You're what?" David asked.

"Engaged?" Mary Margaret said, shaking her head. "But you've only been dating six months."

Killian looked over at Emma. She seemed frozen. He quickly put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to him. Unlike earlier, she didn't put up any struggle and immediately relaxed in his embrace.

His eyes met hers as he began. "Mr. and Mrs. Nolan, I know this must seem very rushed to you, but for me it seems like the end of a long wait. You see, I feel like I've been waiting my whole life for your daughter. And when I met her I just knew. I knew she was the woman I was meant to spend the rest of my life with. Your daughter is the most amazing woman I've ever met. She's smart and independent and funny and strong…and the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on. I am going to spend the rest of my life trying to make her happy."

Emma stared at him in disbelief. She had no idea he'd be this good of an actor.

Mary Margaret jumped out of her seat and embraced them both. "This is the most wonderful news! I thought this day would never come!"

David walked over and pried Mary Margaret off of them. He extended his hand to Killian. "I know we've just met, but I consider myself an excellent judge of character. You seem like a good man and I know you'll take care of my daughter."

Mary Margaret nodded. "I just realized you're about to become a part of our family and we know nothing about yours."

Emma looked at him. He licked his lips nervously. "Well, I am originally from London. My parents work for the Queen. I am an only child. I attended Oxford."

"The Queen!" Mary Margaret said, bouncing with excitement.

"We must arrange to meet your parents before the wedding," David said.

Emma chewed on her lips. "About the wedding. It's, um, going to be soon."

Mary Margaret arched her brow. "How soon?"

"Three weeks," she replied.

"Three weeks?!" her mother said. "What's the hurry?" Her face paled. "Oh, Emma, you're not…you know."

Emma shook her head, her mind flashing back to that moment thirteen years earlier when she'd had to tell her parents she was pregnant. She felt Killian's eyes on her and he squeezed her arm comfortingly.

He cleared his throat. "No, she is not. We just don't see any reason to wait. We want to start our lives together as soon as possible."

"But there's so much to do," David said.

Mary Margaret nodded. "Yes, we need to have a shower, choose a venue, pick food, get a cake, pick flowers, get a dress." She shook her head sharply. "It simply cannot be done in three weeks."

Emma reached out and took her mother's hand. "We'll get it all done. I just want something simple and low-key anyway." She paused and met his eyes. "The only thing that matters to me is marrying this amazing man."

Killian lowered his lips and kissed her temple. She tried not to sigh at the feel of his warm lips against her skin.

He smiled. "I just can't wait to marry this incredible woman. Haven't I been saying that since we got engaged, honeybunch?"

Honeybunch? Emma's eyes widened and she offered him an icy glare at his use of the word. He grinned down at her and she knew he had only said it to get under her skin. They were going to have a serious talk about the use of terms of endearment on the way home.

"Aw," Mary Margaret said. "You two are so sweet. Okay, well, we will figure it all out, but we will have to start immediately."

Emma nodded. "Okay, Mom, but it will have to wait until tomorrow. I need to get Killian home so he can get some rest."

"Of course. I hope you feel better soon, Killian. It was a pleasure meeting you." Mary Margaret paused. "Oh the lamb!"

Killian shook his head and waved his hand in dismissal. "Don't worry about it."

"Nonsense. It's your favorite. Greta!" she called. "Please bring Killian some lamb to take home."

A few moments later, Greta arrived with the lamb and handed it to him. He forced a smile. "Thank you."

Mary Margaret and David walked them to the door. David patted Killian on the back. "Welcome to the family, Killian."

They said their goodbyes and then Emma and Killian headed to the car. Once inside, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"We did it," Killian said with a grin.

"Yes, we did." She paused and then added. "Thanks for the save back there. I froze."

"Of course. I think we make quite the team."

Emma's voice lowered. "You're quite the actor. Making all that stuff up about us and me to help my parents accept why we were getting engaged so quickly."

Killian bobbed his head slowly. "Aye, I'm a natural improviser. Being a thief has made me rather good at thinking quickly on my feet."

Emma nodded. "Oh, but don't think I didn't notice the displays of affection."

He smiled. "They felt necessary in the moment. You didn't seem to mind."

Emma dropped her eyes, as she started the car. "Just don't let it happen again."

He offered her a wide grin. "I don't think I can make that promise, love."

Emma hid her smile at the thought and then looked over at him.

"Oh and honeybunch? Seriously?"

He smirked. "Would you prefer snookums? Cupcake? How about buttercup?"

Emma bit her lip to keep from laughing and turned her attention to the road. "There is now an official ban on all terms of endearment."

"Even love?" he asked softly, his eyes sweeping across her face.

Emma swallowed hard. "I suppose I can make an exception for that one." She paused and added, "Provided it's only used in the presence of those we are trying to fool, of course."

Killian shook his head. "Sorry, love, that's another promise I just can't make."

Emma didn't reply, but she was silently happy about that.

…

End of Part 2

Thanks for reading! Please let me know what you thought! ~Steph