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This is earlier than yesterday because I really need to finish my TA paper and then go to bed and as I am already dead tired I just want to go to bed as soon as I've written my last sentence...

Enjoy!


Day 2 – Hot Chocolate

It's been a few days since her friends have left for Arendelle and although there's plenty to do in Storybrooke even without a villain wrecking havoc, she still has quiet moments where she misses Elsa. Her family love her and support her as does Hook and she has control over her magic now but that doesn't change the fact that Elsa understood her for other reasons.

It's mostly the evenings that make her contemplate all these things, when her parents are taking a walk with her little brother and Henry is at Regina's for dinner and Killian is at the dock or somewhere.

She is staring a whole into the window, seeing nothing, when there's a knock on the door. It takes her a second to register the sound but then she gets up.

"You know you can just walk in," she smiles when she opens the door to Killian standing there, cheeks flushed from the cold night air, eyes sparkling like the stars.

"I am still just a guest here so I will knock and let you open the door," he responds. Emma shakes her head at his old fashioned attitude, smiling nonetheless.

"If I had my own place, could I make you walk in without knocking?"

He steps into the apartment, his hand at the small of her back when she turns and he grins at her.

"Quite likely you could, love."

He aims straight for the kitchen, opening a cupboard, taking out two cups, opening another cupboard, taking out the cocoa-powder and cinnamon and then finding the milk in the fridge.

"What are you doing?" Emma asks confused.

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Well, it looks like you want to make cocoa. But you don't know how to make cocoa."

"Darling, I may be a pirate from a different realm, but I have lived in this world long enough to have learnt a few things. I know how much you enjoy this beverage and seeing as you are once again in a brooding mood, as I knew you would be, I thought I could use these new skills to get your mind off everything else."

Emma can't help but blink nervously, words spinning in her mind but never leaving her mouth. It's only hot chocolate, but it's still something she's not used to; Having someone who looks after her and takes care of her and cares for her – she really is still getting used to that.

She can see on his face that he understands and knows what is going through her mind so she leans on the counter instead of saying anything and watches as he heats the milk (he tries the microwave but gives up fairly quickly, settling for the old fashioned way of heating it on the stove, making her stifle a laugh) and a few minutes later, after he tops both cups with a mountain of cream, she gets to taste the most delicious hot chocolate of her life and it has nothing to do with the fact that he made it, nothing at all.

She watches as he takes a sip from his own cup, resulting in a cream-moustache. She leans across the counter and places a kiss on his lips, lapping up the extant cream with her tongue and then he has his hands in her hair and his tongue is battling her tongue and she's balancing on her bar stool, trying not to fall down while kissing him with everything she's got, one hand steadying herself on the counter, the other grabbing the collar of his leather jacket, pulling him closer. The worries of the evening are forgotten because she may miss her friend, but she has Killian and she knows he will never go anywhere without her, he will always be there for her and that may have been an uncertain thing before with his heart missing but now she knew it was true.

They both break apart when they hear the doorknob turn. Their cheeks are flushed and their breathing is shallow and their lips swollen from the kiss. She leans her forehead against his, trying to regain some countenance before her parents enter the room.

"I really need my own place," she whispers so only Killian can hear.

"No coffee tonight then," he chuckles, earning a slap against the shoulder from his Swan.

"Not to worry, the hot chocolate is quite a good substitute as well," he adds lightly.

"Substitute for what?" David asks, as he closes the door behind him.
With a sigh, Emma looks into Hook's eye, mouths a quiet "own place" and then lets her head drop exasperatedly onto her arms.

Coffee was definitely out of the question now.


Yes, I'm cockblocking on purpose. Tell me what you think, will you? =)