The Real Deal
Emma knew it wouldn't be long anymore until Killian would be by her side every day. They'd talked about what he'd like to do in the future, and she had been grateful to hear that he wanted to stay with the music, even if he couldn't sing any longer. He wanted to put his feelers out about the possibility of songwriting, and with his reputation that shouldn't be a problem at all.
She missed him every day, but told herself she just needed to be patient for a few days longer. But today was one of those days where she missed him most, wishing he could be by her side. She felt never entirely comfortable to walk down a row of journalists that were prodding her with questions that were too personal more often than not.
Today was no different.
Add to that that she could see Neal waiting for her at the end of the line, and she definitely didn't want to talk to him. But if she didn't want to make a scene in front of hundreds of cameras she needed to play nice, something that caused bile to rise up in her throat.
Emma forced the smile to stay put as she walked towards the last journalist in the row, knowing she had to face Neal in a few minutes. But then she saw someone step up to her from behind, a flutter settling in her stomach before her mind could even process who was approaching her, but her body leaned already instinctively into him when his hand brushed over her arm.
"Hello, beautiful," his low, raspy voice tickled her ear, and she felt him shift behind her.
"You're here," Emma breathed, leaning even more into him, ignoring the rising voices around them.
"Wouldn't have missed it for the world," he murmured, his hand coming to rest on her waist.
"You sure that's how you want them to find out," she whispered, trying to put some distance between them to give the gossips not even more ammunition.
"Aye," he replied, tightening his grip around her waist to keep her from moving away from him. "Let's give them something worthy to talk about, shall we?"
"What are you ..."
Emma couldn't finish the sentence as he swirled her around and crushed his mouth on hers, bending her backwards until she was only held up by his arms wrapped tightly around her waist as he kissed her almost senseless, before hauling her up again and grinning down at her from ear to ear.
"We didn't know you two know each other ..."
"How long are you two together ..."
"Over here, Miss Swan. Mister Jones? Another picture?"
The buzz around them was immense, but they had only eyes for each other and Emma cupped his face with one hand, noticing for the first time that he'd cut his hair and scruff, making him look less wild but still insanely handsome. He tilted his head, pressing a kiss into the palm of her hand and a huge smile split up Emma's face as she looked into his twinkling gaze.
Killian pulled her into his arms then, and she buried her face into his neck, not caring that they were giving the press ammunition for weeks with being so open about their relationship; she was just so glad to have him here.
"I love you," he whispered into her ear, his lips skimming over her forehead, and it felt as if the world around them just fell away as he held her close.
"Love you, too," she breathed, tightening her arms around his waist, just relishing in the feeling of finally being in his arms again.
The press did spin out of control after this very public display of affection, and polls were floating around about how long they would make it. But no matter how often the gossip sites showed them with other people and speculated if they were about to break up, Killian and Emma stayed strong and became one of the most beloved and admired couples of the film and music scene.
An article even called their relationship a fairytale once, saying that if true love existed in the real world theirs definitely was the real deal.
And through all the ups and downs of their relationship they always held on to one truth …
True love conquers all.
The End
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