Summary: Emma and Killian go to a midnight ice cream party and end up talking baby names.

"Woooo!" Killian cried, a tie wrapped around his forehead and a bowl of ice creamed slathered in chocolate syrup and bananas in his hand.

Emma rolled her eyes, watching him from across the dining hall. But it was impossible to contain her smile.

"Fools," Regina, Snow's uptight best friend, huffed. Regina clearly hadn't gotten the message that it was a pajama party, because she was wearing a silk shirt buttoned to the top with a stiff pencil skirt. She turned to Emma and said matter-of-factly, "Your boyfriend is acting like a drunk monkey."

"That's because he is a drunk monkey," Emma snorted, determined not to let Regina ruin her night. She had begged Snow not to drag her friend along, but Snow had been relentless. Snow had claimed that Regina needed to around friends- "You mean friend," Emma had muttered, since Regina only had one friend and it was Snow- since she had just gone through a nasty break-up from Daniel.

And so there the three of them were, Emma and Snow comfortably curled up on bean bag chairs, while Regina stood stiff and awkward against the wall.

Emma looked back at Killian, who was wearing blue pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt that clung to him in ways that it shouldn't have. His hair stood up in random places, and most of it was her doing since they had spent a few hours alone in his room before coming down to the party. Now he was dancing over to her on his tiptoes, his ice cream still up in the air.

"Hello ladies," he said, looking at Snow and Regina. Then he turned to Emma and purred, "and special lady,"

Regina rolled her eyes in disgust.

Emma moved over a smidgen and Killian fell into the bean bag with her. She stole a piece of banana as Killian raved about the all night ice cream buffet. "Whoever's idea that was deserves to be class president."

"You don't even know who our class president is," Snow said with a laugh.

Killian was taken aback by this. He thought for a moment and said, "You're right." He turned to Emma, "Love, who is our class president?"

Emma grinned, sticking her finger in his bowl of rapidly melting ice cream. She plopped some on his nose and said, "I don't know. Someone named Neal? I think I met him once. He has a real stick up his ass."

Killian had lost interest in who was class president. He was staring, cross eyed, at his nose. "You are going to lick that off, right?"

Regina looked like she was about to sick. "I'm leaving."

Emma glanced at her and smiled. Then she turned back to Killian and kissed his nose.

"Disgusting," Regina muttered, stepping over them, her obnoxious stilettos clanging as she went.

Snow looked at Emma. "Did you have to do that?"

"What?" Emma asked, innocently, snuggled in Killian's arms. "I didn't do anything. I'm not allowed to be affectionate with my boyfriend?"

"I'm gonna go find David." She got up, then looked at Emma and Killian critically and cautioned, "Don't make a baby while I'm gone."

Emma rolled her eyes, but Killian suddenly seemed taken with the idea. He looked at Emma, "You know, I could do with a little Killian. Or a baby Emma. Or we can combine our names and have a baby..." he trailed off, his eyebrows scrunching up adorably as he tried to figure out what their names squished together would sound like, "Emillian... Kemma! A baby Kemma. That's a sexy name."

Emma tried to kiss him in an effort to shut him up, but Killian was on a roll. He moved, and her lips went straight into his chin. "Baby Kemma Jones. Or Kemma Swan, if you're into that. But you have to admit it, Kemma Jones sounds cooler. Kemma Swan sounds too much like you."

"Stop talking about babies and kiss me, dammit."

"Wait a second, Swan," Killian grinned, evading her lips again. "We'd make some gorgeous kids."

"You're not going to make one by talking about it," Emma said, this time tangling her hand in his soft hand and pulling him to her.

"Is that... Regina?" Emma asked, staring at someone in the middle of the dance floor. The dance floor was actually just the middle of the dining hall that had suddenly become a cluster of people dancing.

It couldn't be Regina, Emma thought, staring at the woman who had the top buttons of her blouse unbuttoned and was somehow wearing someone's pajama pants. They were huge and plaid and Regina was vehemently opposed to plaid. Emma had known because one day she had worn a plaid button up and some jeans when she and Snow (who had brought Regina) went apple picking and was forced to endure a twenty minute tirade on the faults of plaid. And these pajama pants were obviously male.

"Whose pants is she wearing?" David asked.

"Must be her partner's," Killian smirked and Emma turned her attention to who Regina was dancing with.

He was tall, his shaggy hair falling into his eyes. Again something Regina was opposed to. She used to say she needed a man who was put together and matuuuure, distinguished. But this man was the very definition of unkempt, dancing in his boxers, holding a beer bottle in one hand.

"Oh," Snow said, "That's Robin. He's the model in my Life Drawing class."

David nearly spit out his drink.

Emma and Killian exchanged smirks. "I can't wait to tease her about this tomorrow."

"You do that," Killian cautioned his girlfriend, "She'll hate you even more."

Emma wasn't fazed by this. "Bring it on."

It was nearly two now and David whispered something to Snow, who then told Emma something about going to Denny's for pancakes. They left, arm in arm, in matching pajamas, no less.

Killian, too, was ready to make his exit. He nibbled on Emma's ear, his arms encircling her waist. "What do you say we move this party to my room?" he whispered. Killian had a single.

But Emma couldn't stop looking at Regina, who was now drinking from Robin's bottle. She needed to gather up all ammunition. "But," she pouted, "looook,"

Killian's laugh was warm on her neck, "Don't you want a little Kemma?"

"We are not naming our kid Kemma."

"Fine. How about Emillian."

"Think again, Jones." She turned to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Killian smiled and began to move slowly with her, in stark contrast to the pounding pop song vibrating around them.

"How about if we combine our last names? I bet no one's done that."

"Yeah, for good reason."

But Killian was already thinking about it. "Jwan! Sones! Think of the possibilities."

Emma kissed his cheek. "Not today,"

"If Snow and David have a kid, their's would be Savid. Ours are so much better."

"Killian-"

"Say ours are better."

"Ours are better."