I apologize for the lack of updating! Blame it on the essay I had to write for class. Anyway, I would recommend listening to Christina Perri's song Arms for this chapter. This chapter is a cute one. Enjoy!
A week passed. Emma had managed to keep Killian out of contact with Mr. Gold. She had prevented him from showing up at the welcome home party thankfully. She had gotten back into the sheriff business fairly easily. It was a Friday evening. She had Henry tonight. As well as maintaining a relationship with Henry, she was trying to persuade Killian into getting a job in Storybrooke. He protested, saying his only job was keeping her happy.
They were calling for a storm. A really bad storm. Reporters were calling it one of the worst rainstorms to hit the Eastern seaboard in years. Emma hated and loved snowstorms. She hated them because she felt helpless. She loved them because it meant relaxing. She glanced out the window. It was raining lightly already, but the pace of it was hastening. The phone rang, making her jump.
"Sheriff's station."
"Good evening, Sheriff Swan." It was Regina.
"Regina," said Emma curtly.
"I'm afraid, due to the weather, Henry won't be able to come over tonight. It's just not safe," said Regina.
"I understand."
"You should be heading home. They're saying it should hit any second now."
"Yeah, I'm just finishing up here, thanks for your concern," said Emma snidely.
She hung up the phone, flicked off the lights and locked up behind her. Killian was waiting for her at the front entrance.
"Hey. You could have come in," she said, wrapping her arms around him, pulling him in for a hug.
"You're here now, darling," he said, kissing her. "What time do you get the boy?" he asked.
"I don't. Regina cancelled because of the storm," said Emma.
"More time for us," said Killian, pulling her closer, raising his eyebrow at her suggestively.
"Let's get home before we get any ideas, it's about to get worse," said Emma.
"I've never seen snow," said Killian, falling into step beside Emma to her yellow bug. He was getting slowly used to Storybrooke. It was still a struggle to get him to wear different clothes.
"Never?" asked Emma.
"Not ever. It didn't snow in Neverland. It was always summery there," said Killian.
It was a bit dangerous to drive home due to the slick ground, but eventually they pulled into the parking lot just as the rain was beginning to worsen.
"Perfect timing," said Hook.
Emma tossed her keys into the dish by the door and locked the door behind them. She was freezing. Killian noticed, he pulled her to him and gave her a searing kiss.
Emma knew not to get too attached. Once he got his revenge on Gold, he would be gone. But it was still so easy to love him.
"Do you want some hot cocoa?" asked Emma, heading into the kitchen to boil some water.
"Sure. Do you want a fire?" Emma nodded, quiet.
She sat down next to Killian on the floor, the fire warming her. The power went out. Naturally.
"What's the matter, darling?" asked Killian picking up on Emma's uneasiness.
"When are you going to leave me Killian?" asked Emma abruptly. She hadn't meant it to come out like that.
"I'm not going to leave you love," said Hook.
"But you didn't come through for me, you came through for Gold," said Emma.
"I'm not going to deny that, darling. But don't think that I will ever leave you for revenge," said Killian, grabbing her hand, kissing each finger slowly. Outside thunder rumbled. She felt herself falling even more. Killian got up to get a blanket. Emma was still shaking like a leaf from the cold, rainy outside.
She sighed and laid down. Killian followed suit.
"Can I ask you something?" asked Emma.
"You just did," said Killian.
"Why?" asked Emma.
"Why what?"
"Why me? There are plenty of girls here with no walls. No trust issues. Hell, better looking than me, why did you choose me?" asked Emma. an uncomfortable, unswallowable lump forming in her throat. She cursed herself for wanting to cry.
Killian just kissed her.
"Because I need you. And as much as you want to deny it, you need me too. We're more alike than you think, Swan," said Killian, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her into him. She wouldn't let him see the tears that dared escape her eyes.
"What are you doing?" asked Emma.
"Something that you obviously need. To be simply held." He kissed her neck softly, gently as if she was fragile and would break. She grabbed at his hand and held it where it rested just above her hip. She barely even noticed the cold of his hook any more.
Emma shifted in his arms so she was facing him. Buried her face in his chest. He was the only one who saw right through her walls. In his arms she felt safe. She felt safer than she ever did with Neal. She felt like she was at home.
So they lay, on the floor, like that for a long time with the storm raging on outside which seemed like millions of miles away.
Cute wasn't it? Don't worry, the compass will be coming back into play soonish! :)
