Thanks guys for being patient today :) I think I passed my exam, so that's good?
Chapter 7:
Emma again finds herself falling into a routine - and actually quite enjoying it. Now on top of driving Killian home on Thursdays, they usually end up picking up food somewhere and hanging out at Killian's for an hour or so. Henry loves hearing Killian's stories from the Navy (well, the ones Killian is willing to tell), and Emma just enjoys hanging out with her two boys.
Killian is also frequenting Henry's weekend hockey games, often coming just as the first period starts with a hot chocolate in hand for Emma. Though she knows it is petty, Emma loves cuddling up to Killian in the cold arena and watching as the other mothers stare at her and Killian. Especially when she sees them looking between Killian and their own husbands. Emma knows Killian is hot, and has started doing her hair a bit more for these games for Killian's benefit, so she knows exactly what these moms are seeing and just loves the envy on their faces. Somehow she feels like she is getting back at all those girls in school who judged her based on her foster-kid status and lack of cool clothing.
Mondays are still girl's lunch, and Emma notices more and more that Mary Margaret is avoiding talking about anyone's love life - neither Ruby nor Emma's have come up in the past few weeks. Emma finds it odd, like maybe Mary Margaret is distracted about something, but if no one else is bringing it up Emma isn't going to either. Things are going too well, and Emma doesn't want to jinx it by telling Mary Margaret too soon.
Though she is seeing Killian twice a week at least now, it is usually with Henry, which means no alone time and no hot make-out sessions. So, when Neal calls to ask if he can take Henry for the second weekend in November, Emma jumps at the opportunity. Another weekend alone, more time to get to know Killian, and maybe time for some adult sleepovers as well!
Neal is coming to pick up Henry after Thursday's hockey, as the schools have Friday off for Veteran's Day. So when dodgeball ends, Emma and Killian are in their normal spot waiting for Henry to come out. Neal should be around anytime, and Emma is ready for him to take Henry so she can head over to Killian's for a late supper. When eight-thirty rolls around, though, and Henry is waiting with his hockey bag and overnight bag while Neal is nowhere to be found, Emma starts to get worried. Worried that Neal is skipping out on Henry just like he has done in the past - and worried that he is going to ruin all of her plans for the weekend.
Neal isn't anywhere - not in the atrium, not in the arena. Emma even sends Henry back into the locker rooms to double check if Neal is waiting in there. When half an hour goes by and Neal still hasn't arrived, Emma starts to panic. Henry seems agitated too, bouncing on his feet next to her and continuing to look down at his watch. Annoyed, Emma sends Neal a text, but when he doesn't reply she tries calling him instead.
Just as Emma is about to hit the call button, though, Neal strolls into the front of the YMCA like he doesn't have a care in the world. Emma hears Henry let out a deep breath, and the frown on his face slowly morph into a smile.
"Dad!" he calls, before running over to Neal and pulling him into a hug. Emma shakes her head, grabbing Henry's forgotten bag and walking over to where he and her ex are standing. Killian waits behind, his phone out as he leans against the wall minding his own business.
"You're late," Emma says, handing Neal over the large duffle bag full of Henry's things.
"No, I'm early. His hockey thing is done at 9:30, right?" Neal asks, grabbing the bag from Emma and looking completely sincere in his question.
"Dad, I was done at 8:30!" Henry says, the annoyance clear in his voice. "You're half an hour late!"
Neal frowns, but then pulls out his phone seemingly to scan through his text message conversation with Emma confirming the weekend. Emma notices the moment Neal sees the text, his eyes widening and a tinge of pink colouring his cheeks. "Shit," Neal mutters under his breath.
"DAD! Language!" Henry cries, shaking his head.
"Sorry, kid," Neal replies, his hand moving to ruffle through Henry's hair. She notices Henry moving his hand to fix his hair, trying to flatten it out again.
"So, his game on Sunday is at one, and I'll pick him up after that, okay?" Emma asks, wanting to confirm her plans verbally with Neal to avoid any fiascos.
"Right, yeah, let me put that in my calendar," Neal says, typing a few buttons on his phone. "Right, okay," he says, still looking down. Finally, Neal finishes tapping on his phone and turns to look at Emma. "Seriously, Ems. Thanks for this weekend. I really do want to work on things."
"Good," Emma says, "Because Henry is really excited about this weekend with you. Aren't you, kid?"
"Yup! Really excited!" Henry says, smiling up at his dad. "And you're going to watch my game Sunday, right?"
"Hopefully," Neal says, "If I don't have to go into work after the long weekend."
Emma notices Henry's face fall, but tries to cover it up with some excitement before Neal sees. "Well, you guys are going to have a really fun weekend. Remember to text me, and if anything comes up I am just a phone call away, okay kid?"
Henry nods, and Emma bends down to place a kiss on his forehead. She smiles at her kid and ruffles his hair too, secretly pleased when Henry doesn't go to fix it.
"And seriously - just make sure he gets to that game. And call me if anything happens, okay?" Emma says, turning to Neal.
"Of course, Ems. Thanks again," Neal replies, grabbing Henry's bag and pulling him along. Henry turns around and waves, and Emma notices his eyes move to Killian. After a moment, though, Henry's eyes light up and Emma knows Killian must have waved back. She watches as Henry gets into Neal's car, buckling himself in while Neal puts his bag into the trunk. Only after Neal pulls out of the parking spot and turns the car away from the YMCA does Emma relax and move back towards Killian.
"Ready to go, love?" he asks.
"Absolutely," Emma replies.
The rest of Thursday night is spent in the usual way - they pick up take-out on the way home, and then stop at Killian's place for dinner. It's a little weird, being there without Henry, because the only times Emma has ever been over to Killian's has been in the context of a three-person (or sometimes four person if Liam popped out of his room) "date". But today it is just her and Killian, alone. No one else.
Well, Liam did come home around ten, sneaking in and apologizing for interrupting the night. He had grabbed a take-out container, nudged Killian in the shoulder and given him an extremely unsubtle wink before hiding in his bedroom.
Other than the interruption, everything about dinner is casual and relaxing, yet still quite intimate. They opted to forgo alcohol, as Emma has to drive home and Killian has to work early in the morning. With dinner finished and already cleaned up, and nothing else left to do for the night, Emma finds herself lingering by the doorway.
Killian comes back out from the kitchen, a smile on his face as he wipes his hands on a paper towel. He saunters over to Emma, discarding the towel, and gives her a little smirk. Emma raises an eyebrow, unsure what Killian is doing, but then smirks right along with him when he leans in and places a soft kiss on her mouth. He leans back a second, seemingly thinking about something, before leaning in again and placing a second kiss, this time moving up to her nose. He then moves to her left cheek, then her right, the kisses so light they are almost non-existent, and Emma has to restrain herself from laughing.
"You know," Kilian says between placing a kiss on her forehead and nose, "I do have a bed here. You can stay over."
"You have to work early tomorrow," Emma says, but even to her own ears the excuse is weak.
Emma feels Killian smile as he moves to kiss a row down the column of her neck. "I promise I won't wake you when I get up."
"Killian," Emma says, but it comes out as more of a moan. She half-heartedly tries to push him off of her, but Killian's hand grabs her waist and holds tight. "Liam is in the other room," she says, quietly.
With that comment, Killian freezes in his movements, then pulls back to look in Emma's eyes. "Love, I was only speaking of sleeping. We both need our rest, and I swear the best sleep I've had in years was on your couch, that blasted superhero movie playing in the background."
"Oh," Emma says, a little surprised. They have been dating for a few weeks now, and while they have only had the one "sleep-over," a weekend without Henry seems as good as any to take this next step.
"On top of that, love," Killian says, placing another soft kiss on Emma's lips before continuing, "it would be bad form to not properly wine and dine you beforehand. And especially bad form to have my brother in the next room."
Emma lets out a laugh, "Of course you'd want to do it the proper way."
Killian shrugs. "What can I say? I'm old fashioned." He leans down and captures Emma's lips in a kiss, this one longer than the last few, giving Emma time to kiss him back. When Killian pulls back, he looks at her quizzically again, studying her eyes for something.
"And you're sure love?" he asks, hesitantly. "About us? And this step? I don't want to be scaring you away, or anything."
Emma thinks for a moment, recalling the past month of being together. How safe she feels, how happy she feels. How with Henry gone this weekend really is their prime opportunity. And how, unlike all the men in her past who have been either a lie (Neal) or just there to scratch an itch (let's not think of names here), with Killian it feels real. It feels right. It feels like the next step.
"Come over on Saturday night," she says, eyes shining. "You can cook me dinner, and properly wine and dine me. Then we have the whole apartment to ourselves. And if I change my mind, you still haven't seen Ant Man."
Killian lets out a laugh, pulling Emma close and holding her tight in a hug. Emma takes the opportunity to smile into Killian's shoulder, breathing him in and letting the moment envelop her. The more she thinks about it, the less scary it is. Though, she knows Saturday will be filled with panic and preparation, right now she just feels happy and safe wrapped in Killian's arms. And that is how you're supposed to feel, right?
"This won't affect our game on Thursday, will it?" Killian asks, the sarcasm dripping from his voice. "We only have a few weeks until playoffs, and I don't want you going soft on me."
Emma rolls her eyes, giving Killian a punch in the chest as she pulls back from him. "Is that all you care about? Your precious win? The bragging rights, team shirt and trophy?"
"Trophies are good for a man's ego, love," Killian replies with a smirk.
Emma shakes her head. "Oh, don't worry. If anything, this will make me even better at playing. I'll know all your moves."
"You don't already?" Killian teases. "From the way you study me during games, I'd think you'd already know every intimate detail of my moves."
Emma punches Killian again, but can't resist the laugh that sneaks out. "You wish, Jones."
Killian laughs too, but it turns softer and into a smile. "Oh, I definitely wish."
"Sap," Emma says, leaning into place a soft kiss on Killian's lips. She bends down to grab her purse,
finally resolving to leave the apartment. After all, she will be seeing Killian again on Saturday. And probably Saturday will lead into Sunday, and they can just go together to Henry's game and pick him up there. Basically the whole weekend will be Killian filled, so she should let him get some sleep before his early morning wake-up call.
"So, what time should I be over on Saturday?" Killian asks, pulling open the door to his apartment and leaning against the frame as Emma steps out into the hallway.
"Depends on what you're making, and how long it'll take," Emma says with a shrug.
"Love, do you even have pots or pans for me to cook with?"
Emma pauses, thinking about what is in her small kitchen. "I might have… one? Somewhere? I do make mac and cheese for Henry, so I have a pot. And I've got those dishes to make shake and bake. And a pan I used for pancakes like… three years ago?"
"I'll bring what I need then," Killian says with a laugh. "And, if you'd be willing to have me, I could come around five and have dinner ready by seven."
"Sounds perfect," Emma replies. "Though, don't expect me to be much help. I can maybe stir something, until you really teach me. This is all you, buddy."
"Of course! It's the proper wine and dine, Emma. I can't let you help with the meal, that wouldn't be very gentlemanly."
Emma takes a tentative step further in the hallway. "So, I'll see you Saturday then?"
"See you Saturday," Killian replies.
Emma takes a moment to stare at her boyfriend, his tall frame leaning against the doorway. Arms crossed, hair flopping into his eyes as most of the product has been rubbed out (not to mention chased out by Emma's hands earlier in the night). He looks like a god, and Emma sometimes doesn't believe he is real. How such a beautiful package can have such broken pieces inside, and yet such sweet and kind and loving pieces as well. Obviously Killian notices the staring, though, a smirk coming to his face as one eyebrow lifts and his tongue moves into his cheek. Emma can't handle it, feeling the look pulsing through her body, and the anticipation of Saturday night suddenly building exponentially.
"Bye," Emma finally says, not breaking eye contact with Killian.
"Goodbye, love," Killian replies, his face softening out. Emma tears herself away, turning down the hallway and not looking back. She puts some extra swagger in her walk, knowing Killian is watching her as she goes.
Preparing for a date with your long term boyfriend that you know will end in sex is much different than preparing for a date that will end with kissing and being dropped off at the door. First, there is all the cleaning she has to do. Picking up the clothes strewn around her bedroom and throwing them in the hamper. Washing her sheets for the first time in god-knows-how-long. Vacuuming the carpets and running a disinfecting cloth over every surface in the kitchen. She cleans the bathroom, making sure to scrub down the toilet and shower, and to leave extra room on the counter in case Killian brings a toothbrush or something. She kind of really hopes he brings a toothbrush.
Next there is all the extra grooming she has to do. Emma spends about an hour and a half in the shower early Saturday afternoon making sure she has shaved every inch of her legs, and washing her hair twice. She rubs in the scented body lotion Ruby had bought her last Christmas, opening the bottle for the first time in hopes that Killian likes the scent. She also makes sure to double check her eyebrows, plucking out any stray hairs and making sure the arches are perfect. It takes her forever to decide what to wear, going between skirts and dresses and pants. Eventually Emma decides on jeans, a snug pair that sit low on her hips. On top she wears a red button down, knowing it might test Killian's dexterity but also knowing it is one of her best colours. She has a matching set of red underwear underneath, something she hopes will endear Killian to the colour on her as well.
Finally, there is the shopping. Emma makes sure to grab a few different bottles of wine (even though she knows Killian will be bringing his own). She also buys an extra pot and pan from Walmart, and a new pair of oven mitts to be safe as her last pair are nearly burnt through. The final stop is the drugstore, and Emma chooses one on the other end of town to guarantee she won't bump into Mary Margaret while buying condoms. Again, she is sure Killian will be bringing some of his own, but a girl should always be prepared.
When Emma makes it back home and puts everything away, she spends a good half-hour curling her hair. She isn't sure if Killian would like it more up or down, and she also doesn't remember the last time she styled her hair based on someone else's preference. She opts to leave the curls flowing down next to her shoulders because it is much easier and less time consuming than some kind of updo.
With nothing else left to do to prepare, Emma spends the last hour waiting for Killian going between a movie to try to relax, and meticulously finding things she still needs to clean. She thinks about texting Ruby to get some of the nerves out, but it probably won't help. Ruby would just work her up and cause Emma to want to skip the wine-and-dine portion of the evening and head straight to the main event.
When Killian calls to buzz in, Emma feels every nerve ending in her body come alive. She quickly presses the button on her phone that opens the door downstairs then drops the phone onto her bed before moving to the living room, where she ends up pacing the length of the room as she waits for Killian to take the few flights of stairs up to her floor. As she finally opens the door, Emma feels her heart try to break out of its chest and it takes all the effort in the world to not pull Killian in and just take him then and there.
Killian is dressed casually, but it is still one of the hottest outfits Emma has seen him wear. He has on a tight pair of black jeans, the material hugging every curve that she can see and giving Emma a sneak peek of what a night she is in for. He has on the same blue button down he wore the first day they met, the top three buttons undone leaving Emma with a delicious view of his chest hair. On top, Killian's hair is mussed as usual, and it looks like he may have run his hands through it a few more times than normal. He is wearing a normal prosthetic, his good hand holding a few plastic bags while there is another, slightly larger bag over his shoulder. Topping off the look is the brilliant smile on his face, looking down at Emma with all the joy in the world, as if he is astounded to even be standing in her presence.
"Hello love," he says, eyes shining. "Care to invite me in?"
"Right, yeah," Emma replies, breaking out of her reverie. She steps to the side, and Killian moves into the apartment, closing the door behind him.
"Give me a moment, love," he says, dropping the bag from his shoulder to the ground then quickly moving to the kitchen with the plastic bags. Emma watches as he goes, staring at the curve of his bottom in the skin-tight jeans he is wearing. When he disappears from view, Emma takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. She counts to ten, listening to the sounds of Killian putting a few things into the fridge and dropping other things on the counter. By the time she hears him coming back, Emma thinks her body has cooled off enough to avoid jumping him in the living room.
"Sorry," Killian says, stepping right up into Emma's space. "Didn't want anything to spoil." He leans down, drawing Emma's lips up into a tantalizing kiss, his tongue sweeping her lower lip before seeking access to her mouth. Emma willingly lets him in, moaning as she tastes him while they deepen the kiss.
She pulls back, finally, unable to breath. They both pant for a moment, then their faces light up in matching smiles.
"Well that is definitely a proper greeting," Emma says, placing another peck on Killian's lips.
"Aye, that it is," Killian replies. "Hello, love."
"Hi," Emma says, pulling back and putting a few inches of space between the heat of their bodies. She looks down at the bag at her feet, then quirks an eyebrow at Killian. "Planning on getting lucky there, buddy?"
"Ah, and here is the teasing," Killian replies, leaning down and grabbing the bag. "As a former Navy man, I like to be prepared. Besides, half of this is filled with cooking supplies I was sure you wouldn't have."
"I'll have you know I bought you some fancy new cooking things earlier today." Emma says defiantly.
"Do you have a double boiler or a soufflé pot, love?" Killian asks.
Emma goes silent, not really having an answer. She also has no idea what a double boiler is.
"That's what I thought," Killian replies. He places a kiss on Emma's nose before heading back towards the kitchen. "Like I said, love, I like to be prepared. And I need supplies."
Emma follows Killian to the kitchen, and the hours that follow are very fun. Killian likes to explain what he is doing as he is cooking, and he is very meticulous about it. Apparently being wined and dined is a big thing, because Killian is making a full three-course meal. He pours Emma a glass of wine from a bottle pulled out of his duffle bag, then instructs her to cut up vegetables for the salad.
"I hope you know putting Emma Swan and wine and a knife together is a recipe for disaster."
"I trust you love, you won't harm yourself."
Emma only nicks herself once, and it isn't even that deep or bad - she doesn't even bleed. Sure enough, though, Killian relegates her to stirring duty, making sure the sauce doesn't boil over. They keep the conversation light hearted as they go, Killian moving around the kitchen like he owns the place, only occasionally having to ask Emma where a utensil is or pausing to wash something from his duffle bag before using it.
Once the chicken is in the oven, Killian starts working on melting the chocolate for the soufflé he is making. Emma is astounded Killian even knows how to make a soufflé. Emma's culinary skills are levelled to what a ten-year-old boy would want to eat - so she can grill a steak pretty well, make mac-and-cheese, or broil chicken fingers, but when it comes to fancy meals Killian definitely has her beat.
Emma, now onto her second glass of wine, is given the task of stirring the chocolate as it melts, and making sure it doesn't burn. She didn't know chocolate could burn, but she takes the job seriously as she stares into the dark-brown goo. Killian stepped out to the bathroom, not much else to do yet while the chicken is still cooking, the potatoes are in the oven, and the salad is waiting to be dressed.
She must be in her own head, though, as Emma doesn't hear Killian come back into the kitchen. Instead, she feels him as he presses his front against her back, his head leaning over her shoulder to take a look at the chocolate.
"That seems to be coming along well," he says, though Emma isn't fully sure if that is what he says when her body is too busy reacting to the solid one behind it.
"I think it's almost melted," Emma replies, not sure if she is talking about the chocolate or her own legs.
"Aye," Killian replies, leaning in a little more so Emma feels every pane of his chest. "We should check."
Killian's left arm wraps around Emma's waist, holding her close, while his right hand sneaks forward and his pointer finger dips quickly into the melting chocolate. He pulls it back, the chocolate dripping off his finger back into the double-boiler. After the drops slow, Killian pulls his finger back and places it between his lips, sucking off the chocolate. Emma twists her head back to watch, her body shivering at the moan Killian lets out.
"Oh, love, you have to try this," Killian says, reaching back in with his finger and drawing up more chocolate. This time, he pulls his finger towards Emma's lips. She willingly opens her mouth, closing it around Killian's digit and sucking off the chocolate. She lets out a moan, the dark chocolate's taste amplified as Emma swirls her tongue around Killian's finger, making sure to get every bit of chocolate. She feels Killian tense behind her, knowing it is a dangerous game they are playing with the food still waiting to be eaten. So instead of continuing, she reaches up with her own hand and pulls Killian's finger out of her mouth with a pop.
His hand lingers there, in front of her face for a moment, before he grabs her cheek and twists her head sideways so their mouths can find each other again. This time Killian tastes of chocolate, and they both let out a little moan of appreciation as Emma rocks her hips back into Killian. She can feel him behind her, his arousal evident through his jeans, and just as she is about to deepen the kiss her stomach lets out a loud growl.
Killian pulls out of the kiss with a laugh, and Emma feels her own body shaking with silent giggles. Killian places a kiss to the crown of her head. "Perhaps we should finish our meal before we continue to… dessert…"
"You're horrible," Emma says, shaking her head. "But yeah, probably."
Killian takes a step back from Emma, pulling the melting chocolate off the heat. He grabs the whisk and gives it a stir, making sure it is all fully melted, before saying, "Why don't you go set the table, love? I should have the soufflé in the oven by the time the meal is ready, and then we can make sure your stomach is no longer angry at me, aye?"
Emma rolls her eyes, stepping back from Killian and grabbing her glass of wine from the counter. "I suppose I can do that. And if I get hungry waiting, I can always start on the salad, before we get to the main course." Emma adds a wink to the end of her sentence, hoping Killian gets her innuendo. From the way the tips of Killian's ears pink and he turns away to look down into the chocolate again, she knows he got it.
She laughs to herself as she sets the table at how much of a contrast Killian can be to himself. One minute he is a sex god, feeding her chocolate from him finger as he presses against her back, the next he is shy and insecure, not really as confident as he makes himself seem. Complete contradictions, but Emma kind of likes how he shows her that sweeter side from time to time.
Once the table is set, Emma does feel like a bit of a cooling off period is needed, so she takes the opportunity to grab the salad and dress it, making sure she scoops out a good portion for both her and Killian. She then pours a little more wine into her glass, and sits down at the table to wait for Killian to come out. The oven had said there were a few more minutes after the "chocolate incident," as Emma decided to call it in her head, so she figures it won't be a long wait.
Sure enough, Killian comes out five minutes later, sweeping in with a serving plate filled with potatoes, cooked vegetables (when did he have time to make those?) and a beautiful roasted chicken at the top. It smells delicious, and seeing the food combined with the taste of chocolate Emma had earlier sends her body into overdrive. Her stomach growls again, loudly, and Killian barks out a laugh.
"Killian, this looks absolutely amazing," Emma says as Killian begins to place some food onto Emma's plate. "But seriously, how do you expect just the two of us to eat all of this?"
"I had no intention of us finishing, love. Plenty of extras for you to keep. Help you think of me later in the week." Killian says with a wink while moving some potatoes to his own plate. "Now, do you prefer white meat or dark?"
Emma thinks for a moment, then flirtatiously drops her eyes down low on Killian's body. "Dark meat," she says, her eyes looking back up into Killian's, "definitely dark."
She watches as Killian's pupils dilate, as he takes a deep breath before his utensils begin cutting through the chicken. Once he is able to pry his eyes away from Emma, he says, "You are really going to have to stop that, Emma, if you want us to be able to get through dinner."
"Who says I want that?" Emma asks, leaning forwards on the table with a smirk. Unfortunately her body betrays her as another loud growl is released from her stomach. Instantly both Emma and Killian break out into a fit of giggles.
"That would be your stomach, love," Killian says, the tension cleared again from the room as Killian places the meat onto Emma's plate. He moves onto his own, and when they are both fully served, Killian sits down on Emma's right.
They manage to keep the conversation light during the meal, neither skirting down the path that they are pretty sure this night will take. At least, not yet. They discuss work, winter plans, dodgeball, and Henry of course. Emma again finds herself laughing and smiling and truly enjoying her time with Killian, even when they are just eating and talking.
Once their meals are finished and pushed to the side of the table, Killian makes quick work of the clean up. The dish he cooked the chicken, potatoes, and vegetables in turns out to be one of those fancy ones that has a lid to throw it straight in the fridge. The plates and utensils are quickly put into the dishwasher, and all supplies are put in their rightful place (or at least piled together in one corner to be put away tomorrow).
They're sitting back at the dining room table just talking as they wait for dessert to finish. Emma smiles, taking a deep breath and looking in Killian's eyes. "So, you do a pretty good version of wine-and-dine," she says, swirling the small bit of wine left in her glass for effect before swallowing it down.
Killian blushes, looking down at where their hands are joined on the table. "Aye, well, I'm glad you liked it. Took quite a bit of planning. I'm just hoping that dessert-"
He is interrupted by the buzzing of the oven. Killian smiles up at Emma, pulling her by their entwined hands towards the kitchen. They reach the oven, and Killian releases Emma's hand to turn off the beeping noise. He then goes to grab the oven mitt, turning towards the oven and taking a deep breath.
"I've only ever had two of these that actually worked, so we have to be very quiet when I take it out, alright?" Killian asks, preparing himself for the task. Emma nods beside him, giving his upper arm a squeeze of encouragement. Killian nods back, then moves to pull the souffle out of the oven. He moves slowly, lifting the tray with as much care as possible. Emma and Killian stand on bated breath as the chocolate masterpiece comes out of the oven, and when Killian places it down on the countertop they both stare for a moment wondering what will happen.
The souffle looks perfect, standing up and fluffy as ever. Killian smiles triumphantly, closing the oven door and turning to Emma. She smiles back just as brightly, leaning in to kiss him softly. Just as their lips touch, however, they hear something that sounds like air being released from a balloon. They quickly break their kiss and their eyes fly back over to the souffle. The entire right half of the dessert has caved in, deflating on itself and drooping sadly half-way down the dish.
Killian lets out a sad sigh. "Apologies, love. I truly thought it was going to work."
"It's okay," Emma replies, turning back to look at Killian as her eyes darken. "I've got other plans for dessert anyways." Instantly her lips are back on Killian's, only this time more reminiscent to their earlier chocolate-infused kiss. Killian lets out a groan, deepening the kiss as Emma's hands move around his back to grab his ass, pushing their bodies closer together. They continue to kiss, Killian pushing Emma backwards and out of the kitchen, into the living room and onto the plush carpet.
Emma's hands can't stop exploring, roaming over Killian's broad back and across his taut shoulders. She feels his hands everywhere, tangling in her hair and skirting down her spine before coming back up again. Slowly, Emma brings her hands forwards, over Killian's broad chest and towards the buttons on his shirt. She breaks their kiss, moving to suck a spot behind Killian's ear as she traces the chest hair he has poking out of the shirt.
Killian lets out a moan, and Emma takes it as permission to keep going, moving down his neck as she trails kisses while her hands make short work of Killian's shirt. It takes a moment for them to get the bottom untucked from Killian's pants, but once that is done Emma flings the shirt across the room, idly noticing that it lands on a lamp before losing all thoughts when Killian begins sucking on a spot behind her ear.
Emma uses the opportunity to lean her head back, letting out a few staggering breaths before her hands begin their exploration of Killian's chest. Emma knows Killian works out, and works on a ship which much mean lots of manual labour, but she never expected him to have this good a body. She trails her fingers down in his chest hair, running her hand down through the thick expanse until her hand is at his waistband. She runs her hand back and forth along it, feeling Killian shudder, before trailing her hand back up towards his chest again. They have all the time in the world tonight, no need to rush things too early.
Once she makes it back to his shoulders, Killian decides it is his turn for exploration. He brings his right hand down to her blouse, quickly popping the first three buttons and bringing her cleavage into view. Killian lets out a groan upon seeing Emma's red lace bra, rolling his head back in appreciation.
"May I?" he asks, searching Emma's eyes for any doubts. She nods encouragingly, a hand tangling in his hair as she pulls him in for another kiss. Emma feels Killian smile into the kiss, and when they break apart again, he trails kisses down her neck but this time doesn't stop at her collarbone.
As Killian places kisses lower, Emma takes deep steadying breaths and steadies her hands on Killian's shoulders. She slowly starts running her hands over Killian's biceps, feeling his strong muscles as he kisses between her breasts. One of Killian's hands is on her hip, holding tight, while Emma feels Killian's prosthetic loosely wrapped around her waist.
It takes Emma a moment to realize what she is doing next, but her hand begins exploring down Killian's left arm, tracing lower down to his elbow. She begins to trace patterns with her fingernails along his forearm, and Killian seems to be enjoying himself from the moan he lets out. Emma smiles to herself, feeling powerful for being able to reduce Killian to this. Her hand moves further up Killian's, finally bumping into the leather of his brace. She finds the first snap, quickly unlocking it, but immediately after the sound is heard Killian freezes.
"Killian?" Emma asks, a little worried when he doesn't immediately respond. "What's wrong?"
"I…" Killian doesn't answer, but he does extricate himself from her blouse and takes a step back, quickly re-doing up the snap on his brace. "I just… I was hoping you'd be okay if we left this on…"
"Oh," Emma says, a little surprised. "Okay," she continues, not really knowing what to say. She takes a step back, looking down at her state of undress, before moving to sit on the couch.
"No, Emma," Killian says, following her to the couch. "I didn't mean stop, I just meant-" he lets out a frustrated groan. "Okay, yeah, I don't know what I meant."
Emma scrunches up her face, looking at Killian, before grabbing both of his hands, real and prosthetic, in her own.
"Killian," she says, looking down at their hands. First her eyes are drawn to Killian's tattoo - the heart and dagger, the name of his lost love forever written there. It may bother some people to see that reminder on their boyfriend's skin, but to Emma it is a sign that Killian has been through so much and still managed to make it here. Next her eyes trail up Killian's left arm, moving from the prosthetic to the brace, to the expanse of skin above it. Another reminder of how much he has been through, and how much he has shared with her and opened to her in the short time they've been together. It takes Emma up until now to realize that he never wears short sleeves unless he is wearing the hook, and even then the brace with the hook goes much further up his forearm. "This is a really big step we are taking, and it is truly opening ourselves up to each other. But if we aren't ready to open everything up, then I think we should wait."
Killian sighs, looking down at their hands as well. "It's not that I don't want you to see. Or that I don't trust you with it. It's just," Killian blushes, his eyes averting themselves from Emma. "It's quite unsightly, Emma. Really not the best turn-on. Or something anyone wants to see, really. The only people who have seen it here in America are myself, my brother, and my doctors. I'm really not that comfortable having it… out in the open."
Emma nods, her eyes never wavering from where their hands are joined. "I get that. It's scary, and a part of you that you don't always share with people. I have those too," she smiles up at Killian now, locking their eyes, "though mine are a more emotional scars than physical ones."
"I tend to have them both, love," Killian replies, a small smile gracing his lips.
"I've noticed," Emma says, "And I'm honoured you share them with me. But, I do think this is a big step for us. And while we've been really open with each other, I want to make sure we are comfortable with each other entirely before we do take this step. Especially physically."
Killian nods, truly thinking about what Emma is saying. "Aye, love. That is probably quite true. I just… I've never shown anyone before. I don't quite know what to do, or how…"
"Let me?" Emma asks, searching Killian for permission in the same way he had earlier. Killian nods, taking a deep and shaky breath. Emma gives him another moment to process, before releasing his hands and moving back to the brace. She unhooks the first buckle, listening as Killian releases another breath. Emma brings his arm up towards her, placing a kiss where the buckle was. She continues this as she undoes the other buckles, following each with a kiss. She finally undoes the last one, but before she is able to pull anything else off Killian interrupts her.
"Are you sure?" He asks, his right hand moving to hold onto the brace, keeping the prosthetic in place. "It truly isn't the best sight, love."
"Trust me," Emma says, moving her hand to cover his on top of the brace. "I'm sure it's not as bad as you make it seem." She pulls the prosthetic off, allowing Killian to lead and stop if he wants. But he doesn't, he lets her pull the entire brace off, leaving his forearm underneath covered in a thick cloth. She moves to put the brace and prosthetic on the table next to them.
"Besides," she continues, turning back to Killian and placing a few kisses along the cloth, moving up until she places one at the tip of his wrist, where his hand would have attached, "it's a part of you, and in a relationship you accept all the parts of the other person."
She pauses again, not wanting to pull the cloth off until Killian is ready. He seems shaken, his breaths coming in small gasps as his eyes follow hers. Emma searches, but doesn't find the answer she is looking for in his eyes. Instead finding fear and worry, neither of which really tell Emma she has permission to take off the cloth.
"Killian, if this is too much," she begins.
"No, love. Do it. I… It's time I be brave about this, own up about my reality." Killian interrupts between shaky breaths.
Emma shakes her head, moving to place a kiss against Killian's lips instead. "Really, though. You can say no, and we can stop."
"Aye," Killian says, but then he shakes his head. "But then we'd reach this hurdle another evening, and have just the same problem. Do it, love. Rip off the bandaid, so to speak."
"Okay," Emma says. She steadies herself a moment, giving another to process seeing the cloth on his arm. It's one of those things where you are used to seeing a hand, so you expect a hand, thus not seeing one just feels wrong for a moment. She wants that feeling gone before she takes the cloth off, so she gives her eyes and brain a moment to adjust. Finally she feels ready, and feels like Killian is at that point as well. She hears him take another unsteady breath, using that as her cue to slowly move the cloth off of his wrist.
Emma doesn't know what she was expecting, but knows that Killian is watching her like a hawk in this moment. His stump isn't as smooth as she expected, instead a few ridges and bumps lay along the edge. It is covered in skin, though she sees the scar from where the doctors sewed him up - a thin line along the tip of his wrist. She smiles, looking up at Killian, before leaning down and placing a kiss at the tip of his wrist. She hears Killian let out a shaky breath as she peppers the wrist with kisses, moving slowly up his arm and back down. She wants to show Killian that she accepts him - all of him - and as she hears his breathing finally even out, knows that he understands.
She pulls back, moving to look up at Killian's face and search it. Instead of the fear from moments ago, she sees reverence and, possibly, something that may look like love. It scares Emma to see such strong emotions looking back at her, so she pulls Killian in for a kiss before she can read too much more into his eyes. She feels her own heart pounding now, a little bit of panic building up, but tries to ignore it as Killian deepens the kiss. His arms loop around her back again, and Emma feels his stump wrap tightly around her. She reaches her tongue out, tracing Killian's lower lip, before he opens his mouth to allow her access to explore.
They sit on the couch like that for a long time, just kissing, before finally having to pull back for air. As Emma takes deep breaths, she watches Killian's reaction. He looks a lot lighter, but there is still a small bit of worry hidden deep in his eyes.
"Should we… continue what we were doing before then? I believe we were heading towards the bedroom," Killian says, turning his head to look down the hallway.
"You know what?" Emma says, making a decision. "I think I'm good here."
Killian looks relieved for a moment, but then a little panicked. "Did you mean? You want to… on the couch?"
Emma lets out a laugh, the tension instantly breaking. "Oh, god no! On the couch where Henry sits and plays video games?"
Killian lets out a chuckle, but then quiets down in wonder. "Then, I don't quite understand, love."
Emma calms down, taking a deep breath and gathering Killian's hand and wrist in her own again. "I think we've already taken a pretty big step tonight. A huge one, if you ask me. So, maybe we just sit here, watch Ant Man, enjoy each other's company, and save the next step for… later."
"Are you sure, love?" Killian asks, and Emma thinks she is tired of hearing this question tonight.
"As long as you're okay with it," she says. "I think we've had enough baring of ourselves to each other for the night. We can bare… the rest of us," she motions vaguely with her hand to the lower halves of their bodies, "another time."
"Alright, then," Killian says, letting out a small laugh. He leans in and places a chaste kiss on Emma's lips. "Thank you for understanding."
Emma shrugs, smiling up at him. "We'll have our time. Just, not tonight."
"Should I grab my shirt?" Killian asks, turning to look at where it is still half-strewn on a lamp.
Emma looks at Killian's expanse of chest, then shakes her head. "Nah, we can just use a blanket to keep warm."
Killian lets out a laugh. "Alright, then. I'll go see what I can salvage from that souffle, you set up the movie and grab the blanket."
"Sounds like a plan," Emma replies, placing one last kiss to Killian's lips to solidify their evening before he gets up to grab dessert.
A few hours later, Emma finds herself lying on the couch with Killian behind her. The movie has long-since finished, and Emma thinks Killian is asleep with his arms still wrapped tightly around her. She begins slowly drawing patterns on his hand in the red glow of the Netflix home screen. Eventually she switches drawing patterns on his wrist in the same manner. She hears Killian's breath hitch, the only indication that he is awake.
"Is this okay?" Emma asks, pausing in her movements.
"Aye," Killian replies, his breathing evening out. "I'm just not used to being touched there. It's a strange feeling."
"A good feeling though?" Emma asks, resuming her movements.
Killian nods behind her, his arms tightening to pull her closer to his chest. "Aye, love. A very good feeling."
Emma smiles, knowing her choice for the evening was a good one. While sex is great, and would probably have been amazing with Killian, it can wait. This step, and showing Killian that she is okay with all of him, especially just for normal everyday events like dinner and a movie, is much more important than sex.
"So," she asks, tracing the bumps and ridges on Killian's wrist. "I know you have this prosthetic, which is quite useful in passing as a real hand. But where did the hook come in?"
Killian lets out a chuckle, his chest bouncing behind Emma. "You know of my obsession with pirates, aye?"
Emma nods. "That was all you and Henry talked about that first time I drove you home."
"I didn't think you remembered that, love," Killian says, and Emma hears the awe in his voice.
"Sometimes I can surprise you with my memory," Emma replies, hearing Killian's responding chuckle. "So you got the hook to be a pirate?"
It takes a moment for Killian to reply. He adjusts himself behind her, seemingly finding a more comfortable position while still keeping his arms wrapped around her. "Aye. That, and, as a child my brother and I were quite fond of the story of Peter Pan. He loved the adventure, and was fond of the Darlings. I think you can figure out whom I ended up latching onto."
Emma lets out a laugh. "So, do you want me to call you Captain Hook then? Kind of explains the dodgeball team name."
"You may call me whatever you want," Killian says, his voice light and free. "Though, I do prefer when you call me Killian. Much better ring to it."
"Yes, a very good ring to it." Emma replies, snuggling in closer to Killian's new position.
"At first it was just to allow me to indulge my pirate fantasy. Liam thought it might help cheer me up, give me something positive in my life. But then, as I began to use it more in my everyday life, I began to realize how useful the thing is. I can carry up the majority of my groceries in one trip. It can act as a makeshift pulley when working on the ship. And I do find it is quite popular with the ladies."
Emma scoffs, and if she wasn't locked in a vice-grip would have turned around and punched Killian on the chest. "Oh, and I'm proof of that?"
"I never said that, love," Killian tries, placing a kiss to Emma's shoulder. "Just stating a fact."
"You're an idiot," Emma replies.
"Ah, but I am your idiot."
They sit in silence, and Emma frees a hand to turn off the blaring TV screen. The room turns pitch black, Emma not really knowing what time it is. Part of her doesn't care, snuggling back into Killian's embrace and closing her eyes.
"Should we move to the bedroom, love?" Killian asks in the darkness.
"Like I said before," Emma replies, "I'm good here."
When Emma wakes up, she notices a few things before opening her eyes. First, she is resting on something that is very much breathing, and also not wearing a shirt. Second, the top button of her jeans are undone, as is her bra, making it much comfier to sleep. Third, they are most definitely on the couch and not her bed. Upon opening her eyes, she also notices Killian's brace and prosthetic on the table next to her, the image bringing a smile to her face. She is about to turn around and wake Killian up in a proper fashion when she hears the front door lock begin to jiggle.
Emma jumps up, unsure who or what would be breaking into her apartment on a Sunday morning, but not wanting to be caught off guard when he or she makes an entrance. She quickly zips up her pants, then reaches behind her to do up her bra as she hears the door continue to jiggle. She kicks the couch, jostling Killian so he will wake up.
"Love, what is-" he asks groggily, rubbing his eyes, but Emma hushes him by pointing at the door, shaking her head. Killian's eyes widen, hearing the door unlock, and instantly he is sitting upright. His hand moves to the table, grabbing his brace and prosthetic, while Emma picks up the nearest item in sight with some heft to it, which happens to be a one of Henry's hockey trophies from a previous year.
She takes a few steps forward as the door handle turns, knowing whoever it is will not actually be able to get into the room while the chain is still on the door, but wanting to have an edge if they use force to open it. The door opens, getting stuck on the chain, and Emma braces herself before hearing a familiar voice through the opening.
"Told you, Dad! She kept the chain on!"
"Henry?" Emma asks, lowering the trophy an inch.
"Mom! Let us in!" Henry cries, laughter filling his voice.
Emma feels herself let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, but then instantly panics when she realizes Killian is still standing half-dressed in her living room. "One minute!" She calls, waiting for Henry to close the door, before looking at Killian with panic filling her eyes.
Killian shrugs, quickly walking to the lamp that is still holding his button-down from the previous day and walking back to the couch to put it on. He sits down, shielded mostly from view, then waves his prosthetic to tell Emma he is okay with her opening the door.
Emma braces herself, then pulls open the door to the apartment. Instantly, Henry runs past her and straight down the hall to his bedroom. She hears his bag drop, and then a door slam, and Emma rolls her eyes.
"What, I don't even get a hello?" she calls, before turning back to face Neal. "And I thought you were going to drop him off at his hockey game this afternoon?"
"I know, but something came up with work. Henry and I both sent you messages last night, but you didn't pick up." Neal says with a shrug.
"You did?" Emma asks, her moment of anger fading away. "Shit. I left my phone on my bed."
Neal tilts his head, eyeing Emma. "You left it… on your bed? Then where did you end up sleeping last night?"
Emma feels her face redden, but thankfully is saved from answering the question when Henry comes slamming into her from behind.
"Hey Mom! Sorry, I had to pee," he says by way of explanation.
"Washed your hands?" she asks, looking down at Henry.
"Yes, Mom. I'm not five," Henry replies, pulling back from the hug and holding his hands up to show Emma.
"Just checking," Emma replies, ruffling his hair. They all stand in silence for a moment, not really sure what else to say. When there is a rustling on the couch, however, Neal and Henry's faces both whip over to look, instantly noticing the fourth person in the room.
"Killian?" Henry asks. At the same time Neal's face hardens as he mutters, "So that's why you didn't answer."
Killian turns around, a thin smile on his face as he waves. "Hello Henry."
Henry's face lights up, and he moves to walk over to greet Killian when Neal's arm reaches out and holds Henry steady. Emma sighs as Henry stares with a confused look on his face at his father.
"Dad, why are you holding me? Can't I go say hi?" he asks, not trying to break out of Neal's grip though Emma can tell how uncomfortable Henry is with being held.
Neal doesn't answer, though, instead staring Killian down while saying, "So who is this Killian guy anyway, Ems? I thought you don't bring guys around Henry?"
"Killian is different!" Henry pipes in. "He was our friend first, and now he and Mom are dating."
Emma's face reddens, forgetting that she hasn't really updated Neal on this part of her life. But then again, why does she have to update Neal on these things? It isn't like they actually co-parent Henry - Neal just takes him whenever it's convenient. And if Emma wants to date someone, she should be allowed to.
"Okay, this is awkward," Henry says, breaking the silence and looking between the three adults in the room. "Can I go say hi, then I'll go hide in my bedroom until hockey?"
"Say goodbye to your father too then," Emma says, noticing the small smile that graces Neal's face on the comment. She turns to look at Killian as she hears Henry speak with Neal about some sort of plans for before Christmas. Killian's face is hard, staring angrily at Neal, and Emma tries to figure out what is going through his head. The moment doesn't last though, because Killian's face softens as soon as Henry comes towards him. Emma turns away, giving the boys a moment. She crosses her arms, facing Neal, and waits until she hears Henry's bedroom door close.
As soon as it slams, Neal breaks the silence. "So, as soon as Henry is gone for the weekend you decide to bring your boy toy over?"
Emma lets out a groan, shaking her head. "We aren't discussing this Neal. Especially if this is how you are going to act."
"Okay, then explain what the dodgeball guy is doing in your living room."
Emma is thankful Killian hasn't moved from the couch, thankful he is letting her stand up for their relationship herself. And there is a voice in the back of her mind saying how this moment is probably the turning point for them - Emma actually telling someone about Killian, someone who won't keep secrets for them. This is a big moment, and Emma knows exactly what she wants to say.
"Killian and I are dating. It's serious. And he was spending the night," she says. No funny business, just the facts. "Yes, I've made comments before about not bringing guys around Henry, but those were guys that didn't matter. Killian matters. On top of that, Killian and Henry are friends, and we were all friends first. And now we are dating. And because I thought we weren't going to meet up with Henry until his game, I didn't think there would be a problem with Killian staying over."
"Uh huh," Neal says, continuing to glare angrily at Killian.
"Neal, obviously if Killian were to stay the night WITH Henry here, I would have talked to Henry about it first. And cleared it all with him. But what I do on my own time isn't your business, and what Henry doesn't know won't hurt him. So if I want to have my boyfriend stay over when my son is with his father, then I can do that." Emma waits, seeing if Neal with say anything else. When he doesn't, Emma lets out a groan and says, "Are you even listening to me or are you boys just having a staring contest right now?"
Neal finally breaks his stare, turning to face Emma. "Ems, can we talk about this alone?"
Emma shakes her head. "Nope. Anything you have to say to me can be said in front of Killian too."
Killian finally pipes up then, standing of the couch and moving to stand next to Emma. "Love, if it would be easier for you two to talk in private, then I can-"
"Nope," Emma says, interrupting Killian and reaching to grab his hand. "Anything he has to say to me he can say to you too." Emma feels Killian squeeze her hand, sending her some reassurance. When she quickly turns to look at him, his eyes are shining and he is giving her a look she has never seen before. Before Emma has a chance to question it, Neal starts to talk.
"I always thought… well… that you and I would get back together someday. Be there for Henry."
Emma's head whips back to Neal, eyes widening. "You… what?"
"I still love you, Ems. Always have, always will," Neal says with a shrug. "I just thought you would come back to me one day."
It takes Emma a moment to decide between yelling and laughing, and thankfully she decides on the latter. Giggles burst out, and Emma tries to hold them back with a hand but can't restrain herself. "Okay, you need to leave," she manages to get out between breaths, her body shaking with laughter.
"Ems, this isn't funny. Why do are you laughing?" Neal pleads.
"I believe the lady said for you to leave now," Killian breaks in, a steadying hand on Emma's back while he points to the door with his prosthetic. "I take it you do know how to use doors."
"Fine, I'll go," Neal replies, his head dropping. "I just want to know why you think this is so funny. Because I'm telling the truth here, Ems."
Emma takes a deep breath, calming herself. Killian gives her a questioning look, but she shakes her head no and replies to Neal anyway. Her voice drops a little lower, though, not wanting Henry (who probably has his ear to the door of his bedroom) to hear.
"Look, Neal. You left me seventeen and pregnant in jail. Even if there was a part of me that still loved you, the part of me that hates you for that would never let us get back together. Especially after the months-long custody battle that I almost lost. And between getting angry at you, and just laughing about how absurd this sounds, I chose the latter." She chuckles again, then finally finishes, "Now, please get out of my apartment. I will let you keep seeing Henry, as long as he wants to keep seeing you, but you are going to have to get used to Killian being a permanent part of our lives now. Because he is staying for the time being, and the only people who will decide for that to change is me, Henry, and Killian. Okay?"
"Whatever," Neal says, moving slowly to the door. He opens it, steps outside, but lingers with the door handle in his hands. "If you ever change your mind though, Ems…" he calls back.
"Not going to happen!" Emma replies, smile on her face as Killian's arm squeezes her waist. She leans into him just an inch, reassuring Killian of all the words she finally has said, as they watch Neal slam the front door to the apartment closed.
The silence stays for about thirty seconds after the door slams before Killian grabs Emma by the waist, turning her so he can merge their lips together. Emma sighs into the kiss, letting her emotions pour out and feeling the joy Killian is giving to her. His hand moves up to her neck, stroking her lightly as his tongue tastes her own. When they pull apart, Killian's smile is brighter than Emma has ever seen.
"Did you mean all those things, love? About me sticking around, about me mattering?"
Emma nods, a tear forming in her eye. "Every word."
Killian smiles, pulling Emma in for another kiss. This one is magical, Killian's arms wrapping protectively around her body and his breath mingling with hers. Emma's heart feels like it is beating out of her chest, and she doesn't even care that they both woke up without brushing their teeth or any sort of personal hygiene. She just revels in the kiss, in the emotions it is bringing forth.
"Hey - can I come out now?" Henry's call breaks them apart, and Emma hides herself in Killian's shoulder as her giggles return. "Or are you guys making out in the living room?"
"You can come out now, Henry, but I will warn you that you are right!" Emma calls back, shaking her head as Killian's laughter joins her own.
"GROSS!"
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Just one more week to go after this one and then we are done this magical journey! Thanks for sticking around and I want you all to know I love you a bunch!