A/N: All right, the line with the "emma button", I practically fell of my chair when my adorable idiot captain said that, so… I thought Killian with a phone is an idea too appealing to pass like that.

Emma returned to her room that night, cheeks flushed and heart thudding a loud staccato in her chest, wondering if there was any way her feelings for Killian could grow more. The answer was no. The adorable idiot swooped into her life and found his way through her walls and there was no point in denying it. She collapsed on her bed and didn't even bother changing into something more comfortable or sliding under the sheets. She just lay there, stare fixed on the cream ceiling, as she replayed the last half hour in her mind over and over again. Her fingers couldn't help rising up to her still tingling lips, feeling the sensitive skin there, as ghosts of soft lips brushing against hers and then mouths crashing together rushed back into her mind. It felt like Neverland, only this time it was most certainly not a onetime thing. Bright blue eyes popped up in her head, gazing straight through hers and then the memory of his throaty, tender voice filled her heart when he said "my love". At first she thought, since when am I his love? , but then she realized she was just lying to herself if she said she felt nothing for him. He practically had won her heart after finding her in New York, but admitting it was hard.

Her eyes were still inspecting the color of the ceiling as she kept on sinking into her thoughts, when her phone buzzed on her nightstand. She picked it up, wishing there wasn't another emergency, because she was starting to get really aggravated by that. It had been so long since she spent some quality relaxing time alone, she couldn't even remember what it feels like. She almost dropped the small device though when the letters "Killian" appeared on the screen. He texted? How the hell did he manage to do that?

"Hello, love. Missing me at all did you?" she read the text on her phone.

"You know how to text? How did that happen?"

"Your boy appears to be a specialist on the matter." Henry. Of course he tried to teach Killian how to text. Emma couldn't help keeping a little giggle back to the thought of Henry exasperating while Killian stared confusedly at the cell phone's keyboard.

"Henry helped? Oh, wow."

"So, I believed I asked you a question, darling." Hmm, of course he returned the subject back to whether she misses him or not and, boy does she, but she would never admit that so easily.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just watching TV, another appliance you should learn how to use, you know, since you're becoming an expert on that." Her eyes dropped to the switched off TV across the room, her lips curling up into a small grin to the idea of him knowing that.

"Aye? So that you can teach me what that Netflix thing is? I would be honored." Oh good god he asked Henry what Netflix is. She was now beaming at the bright screen of her phone as she really got sucked in their small chat. It was pointless and it was too late for this, but she did not want to stop. She needed this. It had been a while since she could smile and finally feel even the closest bit to this intimacy with someone.

"I guess Henry already did that for me."

"I wouldn't mind receiving additional tutorials."

"Is that so?"

"Certainly."

"Well maybe one day you will."

"I look forward to it milady, still, my query remains unanswered. Did you miss me, Swan?"

"So, what if I did?"

"Then I would be a hell of a happy captain"

"Well, captain, maybe I did, maybe I didn't."

"Good I missed you too." Really? In her mind, she rolled her eyes, in reality she just snorted a short chuckle and typed back, trying to stir their conversation to an end, before things got out of line.

"Goodnight, Killian."

"Goodnight, love."

A huge grin was plastered on her face as she pushed her boots off her feet and properly lay under the sheets of her bed, Killian the only thought in her head. Maybe it was time for them to go on a little date. He was right, quiet dinners were unusual for them, so she would plan one. Tomorrow.

—Fin