Hello all! I am so so so sorry that this chapter was so messed up for so long. I was told about it, then completely forgot to change it. Again, apologies for denying you all the conclusion, but here it is! Please enjoy, and if you liked this story, maybe leave me a review?
Two and a half hours went by without Killian or Emma slipping up. The pair were currently settled on the smallest couch in the room, Emma's head resting on Killian's shoulder, while they listened to David and Mary-Margaret's conversation about their recent trip to Paris. Killian had only been to Paris once, when he was a young lad. He didn't remember much, but the stories that people brought from there were fascinating.
"-so we're looking at this painting, and David goes-"
The conversation is interrupted when Henry and his friends come bounding back into the living room. All eyes turn to face the kids as they approached Emma and Killian. Flynn climbs up onto the armrest on Killian's side and pulls a wad of mistletoe with a piece of tape attached at the top. Being the tallest, he could easily reach the ceiling which is where the mistletoe went, right above Emma and Killian's heads.
Their eyes move to the ceiling. The matching expressions of fear and embarrassment make the children laugh.
"You have to kiss, you know," Grace explains. "That's the rules."
Emma begins to shake her head, her mouth forming the word no but not making any sound. She attempts to stand, but Henry gently pushes her back down onto the couch.
"Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss," Flynn starts chanting, now back on the floor with the other two, who join his chant instantly. Emma's face had turned bright red, as has Killian's, and they only get worse as all the other guest's start to chime in- with the exception of David, who does not look as amused as the rest of the guests.
Killian glances over at Emma, who is red faced and wide eyed. He reaches out and grasps her hand. She turns, locking eyes with him, before nodding ever so slightly.
That's when Killian Jones leaned over and pressed his lips to his best friend and childhood crush Emma Nolan while a group of people they knew watched, chanting 'kiss' over and over again.
He doesn't know how long it lasted, but when Emma pulled away both of them were gasping, and everyone- even David- was clapping.
Just wait until they all find out that it was all a lie.