All right, you talked me into it. There will be one more TINY bit after this. I am weak and suggestible. Good news for you if you like the things I write and you prompt me LOL

In the end, she had hardly noticed the photographers waiting outside the low key restaurant, the whispers as they walked past other diners to their table, Killian's hand warm against her back as she lead the way. If people stared at the famous Killian Jones, or commented on the video they had seen online of him sending Zelena Mills packing just the night before, Emma heard not a word.

Her attention was focused on the way his hand felt holding hers across the table, his thumb running back and forth across her fingers. On his smile as they bantered lightly back and forth, falling so quickly into a comfortable give and take that a part of Emma felt she should be terrified.

But she wasn't. Not one bit.

They refused dessert, choosing instead to wander hand in hand back towards the hotel, stopping for ice cream when Killian's sweet tooth proved impossible to ignore. He let her try his rum and raisin and snuck a bite of her mint chocolate chip when her attention was elsewhere. Emma felt comfortable, relaxed, in a way she hadn't on a date for long, long time, despite knowing there was every chance she would feature on any number of gossip sites come the morning.

Somehow it didn't seem to matter.

"Shall I walk you to your door, Swan?" Killian pushed the elevator button without waiting for her response. "I hope you have had an enjoyable evening."

"Not bad," she replied. "I almost forgot you are this mega star with the photographers and the fans and the crazy."

He grinned at her as the elevator doors slid open and he ushered her inside. "I'll have to bring out the big guns next time."

Her phone buzzed before she could answer. Emma checked the time and laughed. Killian looked curiously at her and she grinned back at him.

"That's longer than I thought she'd give you." Emma held her phone up so Killian could read the text message that had just arrived.

Ruby: You must be home. Spill. NOW.

"Your friend is quite insistent, Swan."

"She always is," Emma replied. "You should have seen the texts I got before we went out tonight!"

Her phone was in his hands before she realised. Stepping out of the elevator on her floor, she made a half hearted grab to take it back but lost her footing and fell into Killian, who put his arms around her to steady her.

Her hands pressed against his muscular chest, Emma relaxed into his embrace. She could feel the warmth of his body against hers and she breathed in the scent that had drawn her to him in the first place. It was no less intoxicating now she knew the man. She raised her eyes to meet his, biting down on her lower lip when she saw the look of longing there. Time seemed to slow as he moved towards her, her eyes closing involuntarily as…

Her phone rang. She opened one eye to look at him as he chuckled at his own song blaring from the speaker.

"Excellent choice of ringtone there, Swan," he said with a grin. He looked at the glowing screen. "Ruby Lucas."

"Of course it is." Emma shrugged apologetically. She would have to have a serious discussion with her friend about boundaries. And timing. Killian seemed unconcerned, however, and a decidedly villainous smirk came across his face.

"Shall I do the honors? I am more than happy to give her a rundown on the evening." That would shut her up, Emma thought and she nodded her assent. The phone had stopped but Emma had no doubt it would not be long before they were once again serenaded with Killian's greatest hits.

She would have to choose a new ringtone.

"She'll call back any minute," Emma assured him.

"I'll be ready," He reached down and took her hand, interlacing his fingers with hers; intimate and real as if somehow that small gesture had cemented them as more than a casual assignation. Killian led her along the hallway to a small window seat, the opening bars of is song ringing out before they had a chance to even sit.

He swiped to answer with a flourish.

"Good evening, Emma Swan's phone."

Emma could visualise the look on Ruby's face as she recognised the modulated voice on the other end of the phone.

"Why yes, Ms Lucas, this is Killian Jones. And how are you this evening?"

Alternating between freaking out and highly inappropriate, Emma imagined. She suspected she knew which would win. As he listened, Killian was grinning madly and Emma could only imagine what her best friend was saying.

"Yes, it does appear she listened. Yes, the blue one. Great choice, Ms Lucas. Frankly, she looks stunning."

Emma felt her face flush as Killian's eyes softened and he gently brushed one of her curls back behind her ear. These little gestures of intimacy were threatening to turn her into a puddle of desire and it was all she could do to not grab the phone and toss it aside before launching herself into his arms.

His hand had stayed on her cheek, thumb caressing the soft skin as he listened. He was nodding, the only response he seemed to be able to manage, Ruby having commandeered the conversation. Several times, Emma saw him breathe in preparation to speak, but clearly it was a challenge to find his window of opportunity. When it came, the look on his face was enough for Emma to feel a tug low down in her stomach.

"Yes, I was hoping she would allow me the honour of a goodnight kiss." The thumb that had been on her cheek moved subtly until it was a feather light stroke across her lips, dragging the soft skin and eliciting a deep breath of anticipation from Emma. Her tongue moved slowly across her lips, an involuntary reaction to the heat she felt between them.

"I shall pass that on. Goodnight, Ms Lucas." He dropped the phone and slowly tangled his long fingers into her hair, his lips creeping closer to hers. Emma could hear his breathing, slow and steady, the longing in his eyes tangible. As his lips brushed against hers, he whispered in a voice that was rough and wanting, "Ms Lucas suggests you go for it."

She did.