OTP as part of the First Kiss video, which you don't have to watch first to get but it doesn't hurt!

As she was ushered from hair and makeup to wardrobe, all she could think was this is the most elaborate and useless commercial ever.

She'd been bored when she'd filled out the application, thinking she could use the money, not that being a bails-bonds person didn't bring in a good pay, but the jobs seemed to become scarce, and she didn't know when her next manhunt would be taking place.

So why not, she'd though, or more accurately, what those three glasses of wine had thought, and so she'd printed the fill out sheet, answered the questions and finished the form with a picture of herself before slipping it in an envelope and going out and walking the few meters between her building's door and the local mailbox, in which she slipped the sealed envelope. If she was being completely honest, she'd completely forgotten about the whole ordeal until a couple of weeks ago, when she'd received a phone call from the director, who'd made her promise not to cut her long hair after giving her the details of the shoot.

They had her in a high waisted black circle skirt, and a cropped, three quarters sleeves black and white striped shirt that dipped in the back, exposing most of it, and she had combat boot styled heels covering her feet. Her hair was in some complicated braid crown that wrapped around her head the way a headband would, and that she couldn't recreate at home if she tried. All in all she felt ridiculous, a far stretch from her usual clothes, or even the occasional "date" dresses she'd wear on jobs sometimes.

When she stepped on the set, she is amazed at how big the production is for such a simple video and at all the unnecessary measures taken by the crew. Over 10 light sources, most of them unused in the back, on-set makeup artists and hair stylists for "last minute touch ups", and about 40 people in the filming crew alone.

At the sight, Emma could but only snort.

She was told she would only be meeting her "co-star" when they would begin filming, and was asked to keep her back turned to the set as the last few tweaks were made to get ready for filming, and, soon enough, she was told to get to the centre of the set and keep her eyes to the ground, and heard the same being said to someone called Killian, whom she assumed was her co-star.

Then they started filming and they were both told to look up.

During her conversation with the director, she was told that each couple was paired according to their compatibility, and she could barely remember what her drunk mind had written down, except for the words "dark and mysterious", which she remembered precisely.

The least that can be said is that she was taken aback by the man standing before her.

He was the walking definition of dark and mysterious, hair nearing a black hue and a stubble with slight hints of ginger, the dark hair continuing on his body as far as she could see from the patch of chest showing due to the few open buttons at the top of his royal blue button up, also allowing her a glimpse of what seemed to be tribal looking charms on a silver chain. The dark hair continued on his forearms, bared by his rolled up sleeves, and Emma could only imagine the rest of his seemingly well toned body, the shirt and black pants fitting snugly on him and allowing her a peek at the muscles underneath, was covered as well.

As she looked into his blue, blue eyes, she saw the feeling of pleasant surprise growing in her reflected, a grin that made her grow warm all over depositing itself on his lovely face.

They were only a few steps away from one another, and he got closer to her, half an arm's length separating them, and extended his hand for her to shake.

"Killian"

Oh great! And he had an accent too!

"Emma" she answered, taking his hand in a soft grip and shaking it slightly. Normally she'd have been more forceful, but she'd been given specific orders to let the outfit's personality speak out, and they were practically screaming "soft woman that would probably not know how to tackle someone thrice her size and bring them to their knees", so she just went along with it.

They stood there in awkward silence, eyes moving all over the place in an attempt not to cross each other's gazes, making them laugh a bit, some of the weirdness of the situation before them fading away slightly.

"So, do we just kiss?" Killian asked the director, who was staring at them with the proudest smile ever, apparently quite happy with her set up.

"Yeah," she answered "whenever you guys are ready! We're rolling." She nodded at them with an encouraging stare and stars in her eyes in an anticipation Emma didn't understand. Hadn't the woman been filming people making out for the first time all day?

Emma was brought back from her thoughts as warm and strong hands slid to her waist, green meeting blue in an intensive combat as her own hands made their way to his shoulders.

"Don't hold back, love," Killian smirked at her "I can tell you don't want to." He added in a low husky voice, raising an eyebrow at her and running his tongue alongside his bottom lip, making a shiver run through her, and making his grin spread even wider as he took in her body's response to his words.

"You couldn't handle it" she reposted, rolling her eyes at him.

"Perhaps you're the one who couldn't handle it." His linger on that final "T" was what made her snap. She brought her hands to the back of his neck and pulled him down hard as for their lips to collide with immense power and passion, igniting a fire in both of them.

Killian's tongue slipped into Emma's mouth as he pulled her even closer to him, flushing her body to his as she back began to arch into his pull, her arm going completely around his neck and crossing there, allowing him to deepen the kiss even more as his hands were running up and down her body.

Emma had to admit she was surprised when she felt one offer feet going up the slightest bit in a pin up pose.

After a few moments of complete and utter passion, their kisses slowed down to something almost sickeningly sweet, one of his hands stroking the bare skin at her back as one of hers caressed his neck and face, and the second one was running through his luscious dark hair, they tongues no longer forceful, but now settling into a lazy dance.

When they finally broke apart, they both looked in awe of each other, their kiss having quite clearly left both of them in amazement at how well they'd fitted together, and laughed at the weirdness of their situation, making out for the first time in front of a whole crew of cameras not being the standard way first kisses usually go.

Emma laughed at his disheveled appearance, noticing he had lipstick all over and around his mouth, and she brought up a thumb to clean the mess up, but Killian's hand caught hers as it was nearing his cheek, and he pressed a kiss inside the palm of it, making her blush to the roots and making him give her an almost bashful smile that made her heart melt a little more before turning his face to the cameras.

"Did you get it?" He asked, an arm curling around her waist, the director nodding wildly at them, tears in her eyes that she dabbed away with a tissue from a box she'd kept next to her, and Emma and Killian were both lead off the set.

Later, as Emma exited the studio in the darkness, the sun having set a while ago, she felt a hand curling around her wrist. Her self defence training kicking in, she turned quickly and threw a punch at the figure's face, quickly realising her mistake.

When she took a step back to have a look at her "attacker", while he moaned in pain, hands clutching at his nose, and recognised the dark head of hair as the one her fingers had been running through not an hour before.

"Killian?" She asked, chest still heaving from having been taken by surprise.

"Aye!" He nearly growled "Who else would it bloody be?" He pulled on hand away, inspecting his fingers, finding them covered in blood from his nose as Emma rushed to help him, spewing out apologies constantly.

She took him to the hospital to get his nose checked, to find out that he'd been extremely lucky, as there was no break or fracture.

"Better work on that punch eh lass?" Hee offered her a smirk in spite of his rapidly swelling nose, to which she rolled her eyes and a light smack to the chest.

After the hospital, she insisted on getting him a coffee to make up for the incident, and they sat and talked for hours, sharing stories and reflecting on the absurdities of the day, each contributing their own opinions, "Why would a video that's only gonna make it to YouTube need so much crew?" from her, to which he agreed, and "I understand your reasoning for punching me, Swan, but would it have killed you to simply check whom it was behind you?" from him as he itched his nose gently, the swelling having gone down, but turning him into a purple nosed Rudolf.

When he kissed her that night, although it was slow and sweet, she felt heat pooling at the pit of her stomach, unknowing that the sensation was shared by Killian, who was doing all he could to keep himself under control.

Two weeks later, she invited him over to watch the video that'd come out on YouTube, and was gaining views at an incredible rate, and he ended up staying the night.

A couple of years later, the video was projected on a big screen on the day of their wedding, the happy couple laughing as they looked back to their beginnings, thanking the gods of YouTube and sneaky publicity for having brought them together.

Final Note: Okay so I'm not completely happy with the end of this as I really wrote it in a hurry but yeah!

If anyone has any prompts feel free to leave them in the comments!