behager: I know it's only a one shot, but... come onnnnn. You can't leave us hanging like that. Won't you continue? Pretty please? *killian's puppy pleading eyes* HAHAHAHAHAHA ok, great writing btw :)

Ok I'll continue this. Since a few of you asked in the comments I'll continue this. I decided that I will make things incredibly hard for these two. Nothing is more embarrassing than having a crush and having no idea what to do. Being a teenager is hard. Poor Emma. Poor Killian.

Rated A for awkward

Rated C for cursing because teenagers curse a lot

When she had entered the galley that morning their eyes instantly found one another. Emma felt like a game and Lieutenant's gaze was an arrow that had her feet rooted to the floorboards. A clicking noise choked its way out of her throat. She didn't miss the way his lips parted. Why was she staring at his lips?

Oh Gods.

Her eyes widened when the Captain of the ship -who was also Lieutenant Jones' brother noticed the intense way he stared at the Princess. The Lieutenant's posture was as stiff as a stone pillar. Why did she come to the galley? This was awful. This was-

"Lieutenant." He cleared his throat.

Lieutenant Jones ignored him. Maybe he didn't hear him, Emma thought. She decided it was time to leave.

"Lieutenant!" This time his voice was firm.

No reply.

"For Gods sake, Killian!"

All eyes were now on him. Emma's face reddened like a radish. She pressed her back up against the wall scooting herself against it until her palms were firmly planted on the swinging door. Nobody noticed her escape from the galley. Eyes and ears were fixated on the Lieutenant. Everyone eagerly waited to catch the earful he was sure to receive.

Killian's face was sour. Not even four days had passed since Emma cast them both overboard. Liam berated him good in front of several of the crew. Then he punished him to set an example. When the Captain calls you answer.

On deck, Killian spewed curses under his breath as the sun beat down on his skin. His brother damned him to tie knot after knot after knot. Older crew members tittered around him as they carried about their own tasks. He was a bloody git. The Princess scrambled his thoughts like a cracked egg. They were a mess.

"Lieutenant."

His brother's voice startled him. Killian glanced over his shoulder. "Aye, Captain?"

"My quarters." His eyes were hard. "Now."

Bloody hell, he was in for another round. He finished the last knot in his hands before pulling himself off the stool. Annoyed and defeated he readied himself for a conversation he did not want to have.

Liam shut the door to his quarters behind him. The locked clicked.

"What?" He folded his arms. A sigh escaped his lips before he turned to face his brother.

"What?" Liam raised his voice. "Killian, what is going on with you?"

He grunted. "Nothing."

Liam shook his head. "Does this have something to do with your little excursion the other day?"

"No."

"No?" His brow furrowed. "Is that all you have to say for yourself?"

Killian shrugged and didn't respond.

Liam sighed as he brought his hand to his forehead. "Little brother, you-"

"Younger." He interrupted.

His face hardened. "Killian, even I had a chuckle when she tossed you off the ship, but you're not here to saunter around or- or-" He paused. "We've been commissioned to safely escort the Princess to the Eastern continent. Not court her."

He looked up at his brother. Anger burned his insides. "Pardon?"

"I think you heard me." Liam folded his arms tightly against his chest mirroring his brother's stance. "Every pair of eyes on the ship have been focused on you! I'm warning you, Killian. This has to stop."

"It's bad form to-"

"Excuse me?"

"Bloody hell, Liam!" His brother cringed. Killian rarely cursed in his presence. "How dare you accuse me of- there's nothing going on!"

"Are you finished?" Liam sighed.

"Quite."

He didn't even look at his brother as he briskly walked past him.

"You can do this." Emma said to her reflection. She took a deep breath. "It's just Lieutenant Boring. Pull yourself together."

Emma had holed herself in her room after the embarrassing moment in the galley. Why were feelings so difficult? Why was it so hard to understand what was happening? Why did she feel like a complete ass every time that prude entered the room?

"You know what you're gonna do, Emma?" She asked herself, answering a moment later with a nod. "That's right. You're going to walk out this door, stand proudly on the deck, and show that- that - HIM that he has no effect on you."

She proceeded to the door.

"You can do this." She whispered before gripping the handle. "You can do... this?"

She wondered if her magic was strong enough to blink her way to the Eastern continent.

She bumped into the Lieutenant as he was exiting the Captain's quarters. Foolishly she had her eyes focused on the ceiling while she repeated encouraging words to herself.

"Shit!" Emma was falling backward and began to swing her arms in circles to try to balance herself. His arms flew to her shoulders to stabilize her.

"Easy there."

The two stared at one another. She blinked.

He blinked.

She blinked again.

His eyes are the same color as the sea on a clear day.

There was a hard look on his face that washed away as he peered down at her.

The silence between them was gnawing at her patience. "L-l-lieutenant."

"Your Highness." He greeted.

Her lips parted as she urged herself to make conversation. It had always been comfortable in the past. For three years teasing him was as simple as writing her name. Now words wouldn't come. She just stood there with her mouth hanging open. Oh Gods, he was still holding her and suddenly one of their heartbeats was ringing in her ears.

A monstrous wail reverberated from the back of her throat. Emma's eyes widened in horror as both her hands flew to cup her mouth. For the second time that day, her face reddened.

What in the fuck was that demonic sound that just came out of my body?

His eye twitched. A soft smile crept up his face and her eyes fluttered shut when he began to chuckle.

You're an idiot, Emma.

She let one of her hands fall to his chest. "What's so funny." The realm would freeze over before she'd humor him with her own laughter, but the smile came. It came fast and it came hard. Soon the scowl she desperately fought to save evaporated.

The Lieutenant's left hand lifted from her shoulder and reached for her cheek. She sucked in a breath as he swept away a strand of hair. Why did he keep doing that? His hand lingered and she could feel her body gravitating to his all on its own.

"Don't you look where you're going?" She whispered. Her fingers slid up his chest. What was she doing?

"I- You bumped into me, m'lady."

"Emma." She snickered.

His hand hovered by her cheek. "Yes. Em-"

The door swung open.

"What the-"

Emma gasped. The Captain. Shit. Shit. No. Why?

The Lieutenant's shoulders slumped forward. Color drained from his face. She heard the faintest curse slip under his breath. The Captain eyes were fixed on the back of his brother's head; she realized that he must have heard it too.

He stomped forward. There was practically steam blowing out from both his ears. "Killian!"

"Bloody hell!" He yelled as Liam grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. He failed to loosen his hold on Emma so when he went stumbling backwards she tumbled forward.

I'm cursed. The universe was laughing at her because at that moment Emma's head smacked against his chest. Hard.

"Liam, please! Stop pulling me like a bloody oar!"

Emma tried to push herself off the Lieutenant's chest. She failed miserably. Her boots were dragging across the floorboards as the Lieutenant tried to use his boots to stop his brother from hauling them both into the darkness behind his door.

"Get your arse in here now!" Liam yanked his collar so hard Killian made a choking sound.

"I'm so sorry." Emma wailed out.

"S-s-sorry?" He stuttered as his brother continued his attempt.

Emma blinked and vanished in a cloud of grey. Killian's arms flailed. Without the added weight, Liam successfully managed to drag his brother into his quarters kicking the door closed behind them.

When the smoke cleared Emma was at the desk in her room with arms folded on its top and her head buried between them.

"Uggggghhhhhhhhh." She moaned into them. "Stupid. Stupid. Stupid."

Emma's head shot up, and she placed both her elbows on the wood. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Emma cried into her hands. She dragged her fingers down her face. "Whhhhyyyyyyyyyy?"

She liked him. How could this even happen? He hated her. Until four days ago she couldn't stand him. Lieutenant Boring drove her up the wall and suddenly he was … she liked him and it was wonderful. When did he become wonderful?

But the Captain caught them about to... fuck! She had no idea what they were about to do.

"He's going to tell my mother." The thought made her cringe. "He's going to tell-" she swallowed "-daddy."

Emma slumped as far down in her chair as she could. She started to lightly bang her forehead on the top of the desk repeating every curse word she knew.