"Happy New Years!" everyone in the bar cheered and Killian looked at her, and she was looking at him intently. He leaned in and kissed her, ans she immediately replied. He tasted a mix of minty toothpaste and wine; he felt something, something different. He felt a spark, like they were meant to be together, he felt fireworks explode and Emma started to pull back. He nipped her bottom lip one last time before she completely pulled away.

"Did my lady enjoy that?" Killian asked.

"You think?" she replied in a sarcastic voice. Her face was all red and she was breathing hard, gasping for air, like him.

"Glad to see you haven't left," he heard a voice from behind him and he turned.

"Was thinking about it," she teased, "but this gentlemen stopped me," Emma winked back and he chuckled.

"OH MY GOD YOU'RE KIL-" Killian had to stop her by covering her mouth. From the way Ruby reacted meeting him, he assumed that Emma didn't watch movies or catch up on latest gossip, like her friend Ruby.

"Shut up," he hissed, he didn't care he was being rude, "this is the most freedom I got since like forever ago."

Killian checked his phone vibrate, a text from Graham:

where are you? remember to come at six tomorrow- SHARP

"Er...I have to go, but- call me," he winked at Emma as he stood up to walk away and he saw that she couldn't stop blushing.

"See you," she said.

Killian walked out to his car and the paparazzi came, snapping pictures of him getting in the car. Would be more interesting if Emma was here, he thought. He shook the thought from his head and drove home, he had to hit the sack if he wanted to be on time tomorrow. When his head hit the pillow, the first thing he saw- or thought of- was Emma's brilliant blond curls, her deep eyes, and her ability to no know anything. He replayed their conversation and kiss again and again until his alarm rang. 5 am, he thought, sitting up groggily. Killian took a quick shower, stopped by the Starbucks where he was yesterday, where he saw a blonde girl, not even bothered about that there was a celebrity there, and got into her yellow bug. Emma.

This time, he had pulled up his hood and put on sunglasses. He ordered dark coffee under the name Jones, no one questioned him, and he saw the fan girls that were there yesterday, waiting for him; he cleared his mind and walked out. 5:45 am, perfect. He drove to the studio and took off his hood and sunglasses.

"Killian," Graham called, "you're 5 minutes early, this is a huge surprise."

Killian smirked, so what he was early? He's probably ruining his ego by doing so, but who cares. All the was on his mind at the moment was: Emma. He walked into the dressing room and pulled on the pirate outfit he had to wear, the pirate Captain Hook, to be more specific. He grabbed the hook what was supposed to be on his left hand and walked into the makeup room. They added some eyeliner- Captain Hook's signature.

"Killian," Graham called, "know anyone good for a Tinkerbell?"

"Um.. er.." he did know one, Emma, "yeah, sure I guess."

"Mind calling her?"

Killian nodded, finally having an excuse to call Emma, and walked into his dressing room.

"Emma?"

"Ruby now isn't the best time, I mean text sure, but don't call Regina would be real angry if she finds out I call during work."

Killian tutted Emma, "and I thought you know how to read, love."

"Oh," he could feel Emma blush, "hey Killian."

"You said you would love to go behind the scenes?"

"Oh my god yes," she breathed.

"Well, there's an opening for Tinkerbell for the film I'm doing, would you like to come?"

"Yes, yes, yes," she muttered, he can feel her smile- ear to ear and he smiled too.

"I'll text you the address and time, don't forget me, Swan."

"In your dreams," she replied and hung up.

As good as Killian was, he couldn't wipe the smile off of his face and Graham saw it:

"So?"

"She'll come tomorrow," he said in his normal accent, which was similar to Graham's himself.

"Say, is Tinkerbell different, like.. you know, adventurous."

"You've never seen Peter Pan or the millions of other versions?"

"No," Killian chuckled, "I mean in the film. Is she different. Like no dress or something?"

"I don't know," Graham replied and started walking to the set, "why?"

"Something tells me she won't take the part if she's going to have to wear a dress..."

"And yet she agreed," Graham said.

"Emma always wanted to go behind the scenes of a movie," Killian told him, "so she wouldn't miss this for anything."

"And you know all that because..."

"Because she told me last night," Killian replied.

"Last night," Graham repeated and Killian punched his arm.

"Is that all you think about?"

"Apparently."

Killian rolled his eyes and got into character in a record time. It was going to be a long day...

"Hey Emma," Killian said over the phone, after he finished filming, "want me to just pick you up instead?"

"Um.. er... sure?" she guessed, "is it a joke?"

Killian laughed, "no, I swear. I'll pick you up tomorrow, just give me your address."

"Alright then," Emma said and told him the address and her apartment number.

"Pick you up tomorrow, love," he flirted and he swore he felt her smile and blush.

"See you tomorrow," she said and hung up.

This will be a long night...

Graham's text for when to come to the studio came late- or early- depends on how you look at it. 5 am, he said to come at 8:15 am, and Killian chuckled.

Hope my Swan had a good night sleep

He texted after he got ready and drove to her apartment at 7:45 he didn't want to take the chance he would be late. He hated these places, so many floors, so many doors. 810, 812, 814, 816- oh that side was even, he turned to the other side with doors, 815, ah!

He knocked on the door and a little boy, ten years, give or take opened up the door and a voice from afar, but still in the apartment called: "who is it?"

"No idea" he shouted back and invited him in. This kid isn't the smartest, if you have not idea who it is, you don't invite them in.

"Hey, Killian," Emma said, coming from the hall. Her hair was messed up and she looked tired.

"Did you not get my text?"

"Oh, it's Saturday, I don't usually answer texts," she muttered and stumbled back into her room to get dressed.

"So Killian," the little brunette boy said, "you're starting to sound familiar, why is that?"

Killian looked at the kid, he looked like Emma so much, why was that? Hopefully Emma didn't have an angry husband or boyfriend that would beat the crap out of him. Killian listed the movies he had starred in and almost knocked him over by giving him a hug.

"I know at least half," the boy told Killian, "you are amazing. I'm glad mom's going out with you."

Killian almost choked, he almost scoffed, don't he warned himself.

"I'm not going out with your mom," he told the boy, "although I wish," he told him under his breath and the boy jumped up and down yelling 'yes!'

"Woah, Henry, calm down," Emma said, coming out with a tee, jeans and a pair of converse. She looked better like that, in Killian's opinion, obviously. So his name was Henry.

"What's with the screaming," Ruby came walking out of the door next to the one Emma came from, she looked like a zombie.

"Oh, Killian," she said, finally noticing him, "what are you doing here?"

"Picking up your friend, what else?"

"OHMYGOD!" Ruby screamed, "you didn't tell me you were going on a date."

"It's not a date, Ruby," she said, grabbing and sticking her phone in her pocket, and looked at Killian.

"Well, see you later, Ruby, Henry," Killian called and opened the door to see a blonde guy and a girl with a brunette pixie cut. Their hands were twined together; boyfriend and girlfriend, was Killian's first thought.

"Mary Margret! David!" Emma said, and hugged them both.

"Where you going, litl' sis?" David asked and Emma scoffed:

"You're only like a year older than me, no need to add 'little' in front of sister. I'm going somewhere."

Mary Margret was looking at Killian.

"Killian Jones," she took his hand and shook it.

"Ah, Killian, quite famous, Emma didn't know who you were at first, i'm guessing?" David said, shaking his hand too and Killian nodded. Emma was the only one here that didn't know him.

"Well, um.." Emma walked past them and Killian followed her, "see you guys later."

"Hey Emma, do you not realize that it's like twenty degrees outside?"

"Fifty," she corrected, "it's in the wash."

"Emma, Emma, Emma. Sometimes I wonder how you survive," Killian told her, taking off his coat- the coat he would take off set and wear around- the Captain Hook coat.

"Seriously?" she asked.

"No," he told her in a sarcastic voice, and she took the coat from his hand and put it on.

"You'd make one hell of a pirate," he winked, opening the door for her. He put her arm around her and pulled her closer- to his surprise, she didn't escape his were halfway to their car until he heard it: paparazzi. Emma froze; "something wrong, love?"

"I hate pictures," she said.

"If you stand there, there would be more pictures," he said calmly, adding a smirk.

"Right," she blushed and Killian led her to the passenger seat and took the driver seat.

"Hmm," Emma said when he started driving, "my Killian, didn't know you were quite the gentleman."

"I'm always a gentleman," he smirked back.

"Any time left for coffee?"

"All the time in the world," he smirked, parking in the closest Starbucks, his arm wrapped around her shoulder and he walked her in.

"The usual?" Widow guessed as she saw Emma, "and you?"

"Er.. dark," Killian replied unsure, and turned around when there was a gasp.

"You're Killian Jones," a teenage girl said.

"Well, fuck," he mutter under his breath.

"Should have gone through the drive through," Emma sang as they handed her their coffee.

"I don't go through those," he hissed, gabbing a coffee, drinking it, and giving it back and took the other one.

"Had to drink mine," Emma sighed as they dodged people and cameras and made their way to the car.

"Can't tell the difference," she shrugged and opened the door for her.

"Yeah, the name written on the bottom doesn't count as 'different'."

Killian rolled his eyes, "whatever," and drove to the studio.

"You must be Emma," Graham called, walking to their-his car.

"Hey?" Emma asked, shaking his hand.

"You know, you're ruining your ego," Graham called over to Killian.

"Ego?" Emma asked, surprised.

"Ego for being late," Graham smirked and held out his arm for her to take.

"I can walk, thank you very much," Emma complimented, seeing his hand.

Killian smirked as he draped his arm around her and walked her to the studio; he held up his coffee as they got in and said, "here's to your dream coming true, Emma did the same and drank.

"Are you here for the part of Tina Bell?" the director called?

"Tina Bell?" Emma said, and he heard her part scoff; he looked at her, his eyes saying:don't and Emma nodded.

"I thought Tinkerbell?"

"Tina Bell is Tinkerbell, well, for this film," the director said.

"What's she like?" Emma questioned, feisty, feisty, feisty.

"Feisty, first of all," Mr. Gold said, "adventurous, and takes risks, a thief."

"I'm not a risk taker," Emma said and Killian immediately scoffed.

"Not a risk taker?" he asked, "yeah, meeting a stranger for half an hour and kissing him wouldn't be considered risky?"

"Felt like longer," Emma muttered to the floor, trying to hide her blush.

"Time flies when you're having fun sweetheart," Killian smirked, and he saw her face get even more red.

"I think I'll take the part," Emma said, looking up when her face wasn't red anymore.

A/N: Cheers! I really hope you like x) Leave a review?