It was time. The clock struck the hour of the date just minutes after Emma had finally finished getting ready. In the end, she had chosen to wear a deep rouge, velvet dress -which Regina eventually picked out, deeming it 'the only decent item' in her wardrobe- with quarter-length sleeves, it clung to her like a second skin so that Emma kept wriggling awkwardly every now and again. Her make-up was done up with perfect, grey smoky eye shadow and eye liner to bring out her eyes and her lips a dark cherry, so that she teased Regina for using her 'Evil Queen' look on her, to which Regina just gave her a pointed look of warning. In an attempt to do something different with her hair, she had it pulled back the long, soft blonde curls in a slightly messy French plait with wisps of golden strands hugging her alabaster neck and crowning her head. All in all, she was dressed to stun. And it certainly had that effect when she walked over to open the door, her heels clip-clopping on the wooden flooring, and opened to to receive a speechless Killian Jones, who stood there stunned, a rouge blush which matched Emma's dress filling his cheeks. Emma smiled proudly at her effect on him, satisfaction swelling her teasing grin. Only amplifying her effect on the man. When he finally did manage to articulate some form of greeting, his speech was stammered and faintly husky.
"Wow, Swan... you look- you look...stunning. Absolutely stunning" he stuttered, his eyes still glazed over with the daze of her effect.
"Quite literally, it seems" Emma replies, her voice low with poorly contained amusement as she moved her hand to grab at his habitual leather jacket and pull him gently further into the apartment. Killian's dazed look then turned into a familiar, devilish smirk.
"Well, clearly Swan you're not the only sporting a stunning apparel" he said in his usual, husky tone of arrogant presumption, Emma could hear the smirk in his voice and by the lone jerked eyebrow, could tell that he was about to come out with some kind of sexual remark, "You can't keep your hands off me"
"Easy now, pirate" she said, returning his smirk and placing both hands flat on his chest, softly pushing him back -albeit reluctantly- as he circled his arms around her, hand and hook meeting at the back of her waist, the cold metal of the hook cooling her lower back through the fabric of her dress. Clashing with the burning heat that was spreading through her body at his touch, warming her cheeks, "We've got the whole night ahead of us yet" her voice was low and husky, mirroring his own, but laced with satisfaction. It was a voice Killian was learning to recognise as Emma's teasing tone of desire, and he knows she does it deliberately but can never bring himself to be angry with her for it. Generally, barely restrained frustration won out.
"Ah now, Love. Just what would that entail? Because a pirate needs to be wooed, as is his due"
"Well you'll just have to wait and see, won't you?"
Emma smirked with pleasure as she teasingly brought her lips close to his own so that they were just brushing, enticing him, only to lower her hands to his one and draw away from him, playfully tugging him along with her when she saw Killian's eyelids lower with desire. Emma felt satisfaction tug at the corner of her lips once more when she looked back to him once she had reached the door, grabbing her shoulder-bag. To see his jaw muscles tense with frustration as his reluctantly followed her out of the door, closing it with his hook behind them.