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Shopping Day

"Emma can we stop there first?" he gestured to a pawn shop just outside of town.

"Yeah why?" Emma asked pulling over her bug.

"I need to obtain some of your currency to go shopping, do I not? I'll only be a moment love, your father showed me what I need to do last time. Apparently old gold coin is quite desired in your realm." He strode into the shop and was back seated next to her before Emma fully had a second to process what happened.

At her perplexed look he chuckled. "Even pirates have money love."

She pulled into a parking space in front of the department store and got out of the car. He immediately grabbed her hand, linking his fingers through hers. The perplexed expression returned. "Is this not okay love? It seems quite common in your world. Your parents do it all of the time."

"No, I...this is all just kind of weird still." Emma admitted.

His lips formed a thin line. "Weird that you should be seen about with a pirate?"

Emma squeezed his hand and sighed. "Nothing like that. Relationships just don't come easy to me okay? With Neal it was just about the next adrenaline rush of what to steal, how not to get caught. Walsh was just fancy dinners and loads of fake memories.. I'm just a bit out of my element."

The pirate snorted. If anyone was out of their element it was most definitely him.

"I... yeah, sorry. Look, the men's department" she gestures to the racks and racks of clothing in front of them. "Just walk around and see if there is anything you like."

Killian hesitated. There was quite literally a sea of clothing in front of him to choose from. How was he to make the right choice? Tops and bottoms in every length, style and color imaginable are before him. Finally he walked over to a rack of t-shirts, flipped through them quickly and selected a navy blue one with a white design at the top and the words "The Doctor" underneath. He held it out to Emma for approval.

Emma couldn't help the giggle that escaped her lips. "From pirate leathers to tv-show graphic t-shirts. Opposite ends of the spectrum, much?" She points to the white design above the wording. "That is a Tardis. It's used for time travel. The shirt is from a show called Doctor Who."

He nods "I like it." He picks out another shirt, this one in green with a Captain Morgan logo.

Emma could only laugh. "Let's look at other shirts." she said, pulling over to a table with shirts in a rainbow of colors and holds up a blue one to his chest. "This matches your eyes."

"I want to match my eyes?" he says confused.

"No you can wear any color but some colors are going to make them stand out more." She explained.

"And you like this?"

There is a bit of color in her cheeks as she responds, "Well you do have really pretty eyes."

Which is more than enough satisfaction for the pirate. "Which colors?"

"Well any of them really. Black and white would be a nice contrast."

Hook adds them to the already growing pile in his arm then points to the red and the gray shirts. Emma nods at both. Closing the space between them in the typical way that he does, he leans in, lips practically touching the shell of her ear. "Love, I have practically every color they offer. Are you trying to say you find me attractive? Devilishly handsome perhaps?"

Fighting the blush creeping up on her cheeks Emma gives him her best deadpan look and says "You're not bad. Come on you need more than a few shirts."

"Not bad!" he scoffs but follows her further into the maze of clothing.

Ten minutes later both of their arms are full with shirts and pants. "Go in there and try them on. I'll be right here." She points to the dressing room.

A few minutes later her pirate (wait, when did she start calling him that?) returns in khaki cargo shorts and the Doctor Who shirt. Aside from the hook, he looks so normal Emma can't figure out what to say. She settles for a thumbs up. Apparently it is all he needs because he heads back into the dressing room.

"Love, can you come here?" he calls.

"What is-" she was not expecting him to pull her into the dressing room and shut the door behind them. Her hand shot out to brace herself and landed directly on his chest. Which of course, is sans shirt. Almost afraid to look down, Emma finds he is wearing jeans but they aren't buttoned. She sees nothing wrong at all but before she can open her mouth to speak, his lips slant on hers and he's kissing her in a way that isn't appropriate for public. I've never made out in a dressing room before...first time for everything I guess she thinks before kissing him back, running her fingers through the hair on his chest before moving her hands to his back.

A short time later, his forehead is on hers and they're both gasping for breathe. "What was that about?" she asked.

"You didn't give me any feedback to the first thing I showed you. I just wanted to make sure you were still paying attention." His eyes are dancing mischievously. "So, jeans" he says, turning to show her his backside. "I think these work for me."

What in the world did she get herself into? "I'm sure they do, now please just try on the clothes."

"As you wish" he grins and begins pulling down the jeans.

"Not while I'm in here!" Emma practically squawked at him, hand flying over her mouth at her sudden outburst. Anyone nearby would easily realize he wasn't alone in the dressing room.

"Not yet." He's maneuvered her to be pressed against the wall, his hips holding her in place. "Not until you tell me you think I'm devilishly handsome, especially in the clothes of your realm."

"You're really something else." Emma says.

"Not. Something. Else. Devilishly. Handsome." each word is punctuated with a kiss trailing down her neck.

Sensing there is no way out of here without doing as he asks, Emma grits her teeth in mock annoyance and bites out the words "You're devilishly handsome."

"Thanks, love." he winks and practically shoves her out the door.

While he continues to try on the clothes Emma goes to get a cart realizing he's going to purchase much more than she expected. After the dressing room, he saunters over to the suits, points at a mannequin and says "I want one of those love."

"Where are you going to wear it?" she asks confused.

"I'm sure we can find an appropriate event in your realm for my needing formal attire." he counters.

"They measure you. And get kind of intimate." she tries, hoping it will deter him slightly.

Instead he wiggles his hips at her and walks over to a store employee holding a measuring tape. Emma lets the employee take over, showing him shirts and ties and different suit options. He settles on a classic black suit, white shirt and blue tie.

Killian struts out of the dressing room to stand before her and Emma really is speechless this time. Is there anything this man can wear and not manage to look amazing? "Very nice" she says.

Almost an hour later, the cart she got is completely overflowing and she's starting to think he is going to have more clothing than her. Jeans, t-shirts, the suit, shorts, sweaters, vests, a new leather jacket, pajamas, socks, underwear (which prompted a rather awkward conversation), a few pairs of shoes, two scarves, a hat, and a pair of sunglasses later, Emma hopes this shopping trip is complete. While he actually appears to enjoy shopping, she is more than ready to go home.

"Who would have thought Captain Hook was such a prima donna. I'm pretty sure you have more clothing than me.' Emma teased him.

"I do not know what this prima donna is that you speak of but I can assure you I am not one. I simply wish to fit into your realm and this will make it easier. But we're not done yet. I can hardly have formal attire without you having a dress." Hand on the small of her back he steers her over to the women's department.

"No." Emma says firmly. "I do not need a dress. I have no where to wear a dress."

"Then I'll find us somewhere for you to wear the dress, love. Just humor me a bit and let's pick you out something fitting of the princess that you are." he winks at her and heads to a red dress on a mannequin.

"No poof." Emma states firmly. "I absolutely refuse to wear another fluffy poofy dress."

He holds out a form-fitting red dress to her. "You really like red don't you?" she asks.

"Yes, I like the color but after seeing you in the dress in the Enchanted Forest I haven't been able to get how beautiful you are in red out of mind." There was no teasing to his tone, only sincerity.

Emma can't help but soften. Although she'll never admit it out loud, aside from that dastardly corset, Emma did like the dress that Rumple put her in and she did enjoy her first ball. Especially since she had such an attractive prince on her arm. Taking the dress from him, she heads into the fitting room.

Well, he does have good taste she concedes after slipping on the dress. It fits her perfectly, revealing just enough cleavage and stopping just above her knees.

Emma stepped out of the fitting room and heard him gasp. "You look absolutely beautiful, love. Ravishing, even. Please buy the dress." Figuring she could find somewhere to wear it eventually, Emma gave in.

I'm just "meh" on this one. I felt like I had a good start to it but wasn't sure how to end it.