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Just a warning, there's alot of angst in this chapter but I did drop a little candy nugget.

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The next couple of months, Emma and Killian spent most of their time together planning the wedding. Killian helped her pick out a photographer who he talked into giving her a better price and he helped her pick out a venue and a design for the wedding invitations. They also searched for a wedding singer even though Emma kept trying to talk him into to doing it himself, but he refused. She thought it would be difficult for him to watch another wedding singer on stage, especially his competition, but she could see that he actually found it entertaining.

"I've never seen it from this perspective before, love. Is this what I look like?" he asked Emma as they sat and watched the singer, Bobby Gold, dance inappropriately on stage.

"No, no, no. You're much better than him. He's ridiculous." They watched as he grabbed his crotch while he sang 'Ladie's Night' and kept looking at her suggestively as he sang, making her very uncomfortable. This guy was offensive and obnoxious to say the least and there was no way she would pick him to sing at her wedding.

After the singer finished, Killian stood up and shook his hand. "Hey Bobby, that was really good. Thanks, mate," Killian told him but Emma knew he was just trying to be nice.

"No, I should be thanking you," Bobby smirked.

"For what?"

"For quitting. Or should I thank Milah? My business has tripled."

Emma glared at Bobby. No one talks to her Killian that way. "Well... you've just inspired me to hire a DJ. So thank you," Emma flashed him a sarcastic smile.

"Oh, well good luck finding a DJ who can move and shake like me," Bobby sneered before he went back stage.

"What an ass. Don't let him get to you, Killian," she told him as Killian sat back down next to her.

He smiled weakly at her. "It's fine, Swan. As I told you before, I'm a survivor."

"So, how did you become a wedding singer anyway?"

"I think I got into it to make some money until my music career took off."

"And you wanted to be a rockstar?"

"I kind of just wanted to be a songwriter. I think that's the hardest thing... to write a song that when people hear it they go 'ooh I know what guy was feeling when he wrote that'."

"Have you written anything lately?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Will you play it for me?" She pleaded.

"You don't wanna hear it. It's not good."

"Oh I'm sure it is," she smiled at him encouragingly.

"It's just that I wrote half of it when I was with Milah and the other half after we broke up, so it's a little uneven."

"I don't mind. I'd like to hear it,"

"I don't know, love..."

She stuck out her bottom lip in a pout because she knew he couldn't say no to her when she made that face. And she was right. She could see his resolve weaken as he sighed.

"Alright, I'll do it," he mumbled as he stood up.

"Yay," Emma clapped her hands as he got up on stage and picked up his guitar.

He sat down in the chair and started playing a soft, light beat.

"You don't know how much I need you

While you're near me, I don't feel blue

And when we kiss I know you need me too"

While he sang, she looked at him admiringly and she knew exactly what he was talking about before. She could definitely feel how much he loved her by the words he sang, and she could tell how broken he was as he sang in a soothing tone with a stormy look in his eyes.

The rhythm stayed the same but he started shouting rather than singing.

"But it all was bullshit!

It was a goddamn joke!

And when I think of you Milah

I hope you fucking croak!"

She couldn't stop the smile forming in the corner of her mouth. He did warn her after all, but she liked it and again could feel the pain he must have felt when he wrote it. His eyes were sad as his voice staggered and he sang more quietly again.

"I hope your glad with what you've done to me

I laid in bed all day long feeling melancholy

You left me here all alone tears running constantly."

As he sang, her heart ached for him and she felt things for him that she knew she shouldn't. She wanted to hold him in her arms and comfort him.

Killian ended the song and cupped his face in his hands.

Emma stood up and joined him onstage and put her hand on his shoulder. To her surprise he wrapped his arms around her waist and sank his head into her stomach as he started sobbing. He was crying and it was all of her fault. She shouldn't have begged him to play that song when she knew he didn't want to. She placed her hands on the back of his head, running her fingers through his hair and they were both silent, hearing only the sound of his muffled sobs as he held her tight.

"My apologies for earlier, Swan. That's the first time I actually let myself cry like that after she left me."

"I'm the one who should apologize. I shouldn't have asked you to play that song. For the record, though, I really liked it," Emma told him as they sat at a table in an ice cream parlor, eating ice cream sundaes.

"It's not your fault. I guess I needed to let it out eventually, right? Thank you for this. Ice cream always makes me feel better. It feels weird being here. Milah and I used to come here and get chocolate shakes."

"May I ask what happened with Milah?"

"She just wasn't the one I guess. She said she wasn't in love with me anymore. That I'm not the man she fell in love with."

"Did you know she wasn't the one when you were together?"

"Not really, but I guess I should have. I remember one time when we were flying to the Grand Canyon and I had never been there before and she had, so you would think that she would let me take the window seat but she didn't. Not that that's a big deal, but it was the little things like that. I know that probably sounds stupid."

Emma shook her head. "That doesn't sound stupid at all. I think it's the little things that count."

"What about you? How did you know Walsh was the one?"

"I don't know. I guess I just always thought of the one being someone who I saw myself growing old with. You know, just someone who I knew would take care of me no matter what. Do the dishes once in a while, share the remote with me. The little things like that, like you said."

"And you think Walsh is that guy?"

She hesitated. "Yeah. I think so."

"How did the two of you meet anyhow?"

"We met in his furniture shop. I was living in Boston at the time but I was visiting Ruby when she had just moved into her apartment and we came into his store looking for a coffee and end table. He delivered the furniture himself, a week earlier than scheduled before I went back to Boston and he asked me out. A year later, he proposed," she told him. "How did you and Milah meet?"

"Well, I was at a bar in Ridgefeild with Victor and my brother when she came in and they convinced me to ask her out. And even though I was a bumbling idiot, she said yes. But that was when I was in a band and apparently I was more appealing to her back then."

"Wait, you were in a band?" she asked him curiously.

"Aye. The enemies and I was the lead singer."

"What kind of music did you play?"

"Hard rock mostly. That was back when I wore leather pants," he chuckled.

"You wore leather pants?" She asked amused. It was hard for her to picture because he always wore jeans normally or slacks when he was working.

"Aye, Swan. I was once quite the dashing rapscallion," he winked at her.

She laughed. "You'll have to show me pictures."

"I can do you one better. I can put them on. I still have the leather pants in my closet."

"Okay, this I have to see," she smiled.

After they finished their ice cream, Emma and Killian drove to Liam's house in her yellow bug. When they stepped inside, Liam and his wife, Elsa were sitting at the kitchen table.

"Well, well, is this the famous Emma I've been hearing so much about, Killian?" Liam asked him as they approached.

"Aye. It is. Emma this is Liam and his wife, Elsa. This is Emma."

"Nice to finally meet you, Emma," Elsa told her as she shook her hand.

"It's nice to meet you too," Emma smiled and shook Liam's hand as well.

"So, Emma, how's the wedding planning coming along?" Elsa asked her.

"It's going well thanks to this guy. He's been a big help, seeing as I had no idea how to go about planning a big wedding in three months."

"Glad to here. And congratulations by the way."

"Thank you."

"So what are two kids up to now?" Liam asked them.

"Well Killian was just telling me about the band he used to be in and how he used to wear leather pants so I had to see for myself," she laughed.

"Ah yes. I remember the leather pants and the eyeliner."

"There was eyeliner too?"

"Indeed," Liam laughed. "I used to call him captain guyliner."

"Wow. This I definitely have to see."

"Now, love, I only agreed to the pants." And there was her pouty face again. Killian sighed. "As you wish. And Liam, remind me to hit you upside the head later," he quipped.

Liam chuckled. "Sure thing, brother."

"Yay. I think I have some in purse," she laughed as her and Killian turned to leave. "It was nice meeting both of you."

"It was nice meeting you too, Emma," Elsa said to her.

"Alright, you two have fun," Liam called to them as they walked out of the kitchen.

Emma waited in the basement outside the bathroom door as Killian changed. She looked around his bedroom and it looked alot tidier than she would have expected. There was a large bookshelf, a sofa and t.v. and a couple of Van Halen posters on the wall. She swallowed thickly as she became very aware that she was in Killian Jones' bedroom, two feet away from the neatly-made bed he slept in.

The bathroom door opened and he stepped out. Emma looked him up and down and her jaw dropped at the sight. He wore tight leather pants, a black, thin silk shirt that was only partially buttoned, a necklace with pirate charms hanging from the chain and an earring in his right ear. His hair was spiked up and there was black kohl around his eyes that really made his baby blues stand out. He was handsome in his regular clothes but he was like sex on legs in his rockstar getup. She licked her lips, but wasn't aware that she did until he was staring at them. "Um, you look... different," she managed, a smile forming across her face.

He he gave her a smug grin and stepped closer to her. "You like what you see, Swan?"

Emma couldn't breathe as he stepped into her space, his eyes locked with hers. "You're liner... it's a little uneven," she mumbled, the words stumbling out. She went into the bathroom and grabbed the eyeliner she gave to him and stepped in front of him again. Her face was just inches away as she applied more kohl under his right eye. Her breathing was hitched as she could feel his breath on her. "There. Perfect," she breathed as she lowered her hand, holding the eyeliner. She backed away to get a better look at him. "Mind if I take a picture?" She asked, grinning mischievously.

"As long as you promise not to show anyone," he sighed.

"I won't. I promise." She grabbed the phone out of her purse and held her phone up as he gave her a sultry pose with his hands on his hips and a devilish grin on his face.

She laughed and snapped the photo. Then she stepped into his space and turned around, holding her phone up for a selfy. He leaned his chin on her shoulder and they both smiled as she took the picture. "That one's going to be my wallpaper."

"Oi, you said no one would see it."

"And no one will. It's not like anyone goes perusing through my phone. I have it on me all of the time anyways," she said turning to face him and put her phone back in her purse.

"Well, since you a have a photo of me in this getup, I think I should get a photo of you in your waitress uniform," he grinned mischievously.

She blushed. "Alright, I'll send you one the next time I wear it. How about that?"

"Really?"

"Sure. It's only fair."

He smiled and stepped closer to her as his stare seeped into her soul. Her eyes dropped to his lips as she wondered what they tasted like. Then she felt a pang of guilt in the pit of her gut. She needed to leave now, before she ended up doing something she might regret. Emma snapped out of her gaze and stepped back. "Well um, we should probably get going. We're supposed to meet my mom and Ruby for the cake tasting and gown shopping in an hour."

"Right. Of course, love. I think I might need help getting out of these pants though," he chuckled. "I'm not quite as slim as I used to be."

Emma laughed back at him. "You look pretty good to me."

"Do I now?" he smirked.

"Yes. Okay, you look hot," she rolled her eyes nonchalantly. "Now get in the bathroom and change so we can go."

"I don't know, Swan, I think I prefer these clothes, seeing as you say I look hot in them."

"You don't need leather pants to look hot." The words came out before she even knew she was saying them. Why could she just keep her mouth shut? "Sorry. I just um... we should just go. I'll meet you upstairs," Emma murmured and practically ran upstairs. She waited for him outside as she tried to get the mental images of him in his leather pants out of her head.

"Shall we go, love?" Killian asked as he came outside dressed in his regular clothes again while still wearing a thin line of kohl under his eyes.

She didn't say anything, she just walked to her bug with him following behind her.

As they tried different samples of cake at the nearby bakery, Victor tagging along, Killian couldn't stop thinking about earlier. He knew he was in way over his head. He was falling for her and he knew he shouldn't. He knew he should just tell her he couldn't help her with the wedding planning anymore but he knew he wouldn't be able bare to see the disappointment on her face when he did. And he could see she was at war with herself as well so he would still help her but keep his distance while doing so.

After they picked out a white cake with buttercream frosting, Emma, Killian and Victor watched and judged as Ruby and her mother tried on several wedding dresses. Emma wasn't comfortable at everyone ogling her while she stood in the spotlight trying them on, but Ruby and Regina were more than happy to. All of them finally agreed on a white ball-gown style dress with long, sheer sleeves that rested off of the shoulders.

The next few weeks went by smoothly as they continued to plan the wedding, picking out a menu and the seating arrangements for the reception. Then it was time to get a limo driver.

"Of course I'm going to hire him. Not only is he your best friend but he's the cheapest limo driver in town," Emma told Killian as they watched Victor weaving through cones as fast as he could while Killian was timing him.

"Yeah, I just like having fun with him," Killian chuckled.

"Okay," Emma smiled. "Wow look at him go," Emma said as Victor ran out of the limo and grabbed the bride and groom dummies, cramming them into the backseat.

"Better move it, mate. You're not going to make it," Killian called to him as hurried into the driver seat and raced through the cones, knocking two of them over before he stopped in front of Emma and Killian.

Killian shook his head as he looked at his watch. "You hit two cones. Those could have been people. Those could been guest at her wedding."

"They were just cones," Victor sighed.

After Killian and Victor dropped Emma off at her apartment in the limo, Victor took Killian home and parked in front of the house.

"That was fun today. Wasn't that fun?" Killian said enthusiastically.

"I got the job, right?"

"Yeah, you did. It's August fifth, a week from today."

Victor looked in the rear view mirror. "Hey, someone left a jacket in the back."

Killian turned around and saw a red leather jacket in the backseat. "That's Emma's jacket. Remember? She took it off at Knockson street. She said it's not jacket weather anymore."

"Uh-oh," Victor smirked.

"What?"

"You like her."

"No I don't," Killian lied as his cheeks burned red.

"Of course you do. She's a cool chick with a hot ass."

"How's this, you talk about her ass again and I'll break your neck? Anyway, she told me she likes you," Killian teased as he opened the car door and stepped out.

"Really? She said that?" Victor asked curiously.

"Nope," he snapped and slammed the door behind him and opened the back seat door to grab Emma's jacket before he walked into the house.

"I mean, think about it. It's going to be your first kiss as a married couple. It's perfectly acceptable to open your mouth," Ruby told Emma as she was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee with her.

"I just would not want to do that in front of God and all of our relatives, I mean it would gross them out," Emma rebutted.

As they were debating about wedding kisses, they heard a knock on the kitchen doorway and turned around.

"Hi." Emma got up and walked over to Killian as he stepped inside the kitchen.

"You left this in the limo last night."

"Thank you for bringing it back. That's so nice of you," Emma said as he handed her the jacket.

"Yeah, it was," Ruby beamed.

"Okay, well I have to go. I'll see you two later."

"Hey wait. Wait a second," Ruby exclaimed as she practically jumped out of her chair and approached Killian. "Maybe he could help us. You're the expert on this. We were just having a debate about wedding kisses. I say it's okay for it to be an open-mouth kiss."

"And I say it's the type of occasion where people dress up so it's not appropriate."

"I see," Killian nodded his head.

"Well, what do you wanna do, I mean thin, tight mouth, then it's over?" Ruby asked.

"No. Thin, partially opened, no tongues, over," Emma replied.

"No tongues? Please. There's gotta be a little tongue."

"Okay, maybe a little tongue. Not porno tongue. Church tongue," Emma smiled.

"Church tongue, I like that," Killian agreed.

"Church tongue? What is that?" Ruby asked.

"I don't know how to describe it."

"Well, show me."

Emma looked at her confused but then shrugged and leaned in to Ruby, parting her lips.

"Not on my me," she laughed, then looked at Killian. "How about on him? You don't mind, do you?" Ruby asked Killian as she grabbed his arm and pushed him closer to Emma.

"Uh-"

"Come on, just hold still. Emma, go ahead."

Emma shook her head. No, this was a bad idea. She already had feelings for him but God knows what would happen if she kissed him.

"Come on. We're all adults here," Ruby pleaded.

Emma hesitated.

"I'm going to have to see it if I'm going to make an educated decision."

Emma sighed. "Well, if it's for educational purposes..." She would have to keep telling herself that. She stepped closer to Killian, searching his eyes and she could tell he was struggling inwardly as well. Her heart raced as she leaned in, pausing for a brief second and then pressed her lips into his. His mouth parted with hers and it was a slow and soft kiss. She felt electricity surge through her as she brushed her tongue against his and he tasted so good, it took everything in her not to pull him in and just kiss him senseless. She could have kept going but then she remembered it was for educational purposes and she was marrying Walsh on Sunday, so she pulled away.

Emma just stared at him in awe as Killian stared back. Neither of them could hardly move

"Wow. Emma, you should totally do that at the wedding," Ruby said to her, bringing her back to earth.

"I gave her the jacket," Killian mumbled, still in a daze.

Just then, Walsh walked in.

"I kissed her but it didn't mean anything, I just brought her the jacket" Killian said as he left.

"Kissed who?" Walsh asked.

Emma looked at Ruby, pleadingly.

"Me. Killian kissed me," Ruby told him.

"Who hasn't?"

Ruby scowled at him as he went to the bathroom.

"Oh my god! Killian is so hot!" Ruby said to her and Emma couldn't help but smile hopelessly at her friend as they plopped on the couch next to eachother.

"Do you think I should go out with him?" Ruby asked her, snapping her out of her dream state.

"What?" Emma's face fell instantly.

"Well, if you don't want me to, I won't do it."

"Why would I not want you to?" Other than the fact that she was head over flipping heals for him and couldn't do anything about it. "You're single and he's single. It makes sense."

"Good, then I'm going out with him," Ruby grinned from ear to ear.

A sharp pang of jealousy jabbed at the inside of Emma's stomach.

"Who are you going out with?" Walsh asked as he sat down on the other side of Emma.

"Killian."

"Good. That guy needs to get laid," Walsh said.

Ruby glared at him. "Excuse me, just because I'm going out with him doesn't mean he's going to get laid."

Emma and Walsh gave her a telling look.

"Okay, he probably will," Ruby smiled. Do you think he'll go out with me?"

"Emma's chums with him. You'll hook them up right?"

"Yeah," Emma said, clenching her jaw. It felt like someone had jabbed her in the stomach with a sword and twisted it. There was no point in trying to deny it to herself anymore. She wanted him. But she couldn't want him. She was with Walsh and was marrying him in a week. She had to tell Killian she couldn't spend time with him anymore, as much as it would hurt.