A/N: Welcome to chapter ten. We have only one chapter left, so I really hope you enjoy what I wrote!
"Good morning sleepyhead," his mother called to him as he entered his family's kitchen.
He knew she was joking as it was still pretty early in the morning. Even as a kid, Killian never had the ability to sleep in late. He was an early bird, something about the morning called to him. It was only in very recent years that he began to sleep in. It was something he changed for Milah. She was a night owl, preferring to do things late. One of them had to compromise and of course it was him who changed his ways for her.
It felt good now, being able to wake when he wanted, to do what he wanted when he wanted. It was becoming easier and easier to see the good that was now in his life, especially without the shadow of Milah surrounding him.
"Morning ma," he replied, moving to sit down at the breakfast nook. It had a large window that looked out into their backyard.
"So, what plans do you have for today?" she questioned, giving him a look that he was unable to place.
The excitement that he felt about Emma and their date was almost overwhelming, but he didn't want any advice or questions from his family. They always meant well, but did tend to meddle in a way that wasn't very helpful. He knew he had to tell his mother something though. The way she stole glances at him as she made breakfast told him that she already knew something was up. He didn't quite know how she did it, but his mother always knew when something was going on. Between his mother and Mary Margaret, they would figure out that he and Emma were going to be spending the day together.
"Emma and I have plans," he said, trying to sound like it was nothing special. He tried to keep the grin off his face, but knew it wasn't good enough; the smirk on his mother's face told him as much.
"Oh," she replied, a slight laugh to her voice.
Killian was thankful the rest of his family hadn't come down from their beds yet. He knew his mother wouldn't tease him for trying to lie to them about his plans, but he wouldn't put it past Liam.
"Really ma, we are just going into the city to meet up with some old friends of hers." His explanation sounded natural and it was true; they were just going into the city, but they wouldn't be meeting up with any of her old friends.
Killian didn't hold them in very high regard. He always thought her high school friends were shitty and that most of them only really cared about themselves. He knew that some of them were only friends with her because of the money her family had. Emma's parents always treated Emma's friends like family; paying for their tickets to amusement parks, bringing them along to fancy parties and even paying for one or two friends to join them on their annual summer trips to somewhere in Europe. Killian really didn't understand it, why they would bring other kids with them on a trip abroad, but he overheard Mary Margaret tell his mother once that it was so Emma and Henry didn't feel alone during their trips, since their parents tended to still conduct business.
Killian had a bad feeling during high school that Emma's friend Lily was only friends with Emma for those reasons. Lily never really seemed to truly care about Emma's well being or her happiness. He never told her, but Killian knew that Lily talked shit about Emma behind her back. Emma trusted her friend so much during high school, having no secrets, but those secrets were always leaked by Lily. He didn't know how Emma never found out about Lily's behavior, but he was glad she didn't. While Lily was a shit person, he was still glad Emma had someone other than just him. He didn't do her any good thousands of miles away.
It was one of the things he regretted about his early life. He was so invested in getting as far away from his dad, to getting to the best school for his career, that he didn't think of the people he was leaving behind for a while. Once he started talking to Emma again, he knew he made a mistake. He wished he had stayed closer, just to be nearer to her. Something had changed in her in his time away and he was sad to have missed it.
However, that was all in the past now and what they had to look forward to, a potential happy future together, really excited him. They were too young back then to truly realize and appreciate the connection between them. Now though, they understood just what everything meant and how good things could be between them.
"Well, no matter where you go, make sure to bring your sunblock," his mother added, making sure to slip a mothering comment in. He had to laugh at her comment. No matter how old he got, or what had happened in his life, she would always mother him.
He replied with a quick nod as she set his food down in front of him. He was reminded of how little time he has actually spent with them while being home. Sure, he had practice and then Henry's graduation, but still, he didn't get to spend too much time with everyone yet. He had missed his mother fiercely when he was on the road, missed her sympathy and understanding. And yes, he definitely missed her cooking. He missed her smile and advice most though. He missed Liam's spirit and no nonsense view of things. He missed his brother's tendency to piss just about anyone off when giving his two cents about something, even though he always gave the best advice and no one could stay mad at him long. Liam's personality didn't allow him to beat around the bush; he said what he felt and in the end, it was usually what was best for everyone.
"Where are you going exactly?" she asked as she returned to the stove to finish cooking for the brood.
"Well, I think we were just going to walk around the mall a bit and see what has changed. We've both been gone for quite a few years, so we thought there will be some new places to shop and things to see." It was nothing but the truth. He really did want to see what has changed, he wanted to share that with her. To show her just how much things can stay the same even with change, and how change can bring about some amazing things.
He knew she was worried about their past, worried about how his actions had hurt her once. He wanted to prove to her that even though they may be somewhat similar to the people the used to be, they also had changed a bit. There were familiar qualities, but so many new things to explore within each of them.
"I think that is a wonderful idea. You know, I was thinking of doing the same thing with Liam and the kids later in the week. I can't believe how much has changed since you two were kids…" she began, and her reminiscing continued as Killian ate his breakfast and thought about all the places he wanted to take Emma.
One date with her, one night, would never be enough. He wanted to experience so much with her. He could already feel himself falling back in love with her. He knew it was crazy to think that love was already in his mind, but he couldn't help it. He had never felt so good, never felt more right in anything he was doing.
His mother was still talking to herself when he finished his breakfast and went to get ready for his day. He felt good; his morning run was perfect, as it started with him waking up next to Emma's sleeping form. He dressed quietly while she slumbered and he left her a note explaining he would pick her up around eleven for their adventure in the city. It didn't leave him much time to plan the day, but thankfully he already envisioned what they would be doing. It was the same thing he planned on doing with her all those years ago.
Adelaide Jones prided herself on being a great mom; it was what she wanted to be known for. She never had the need to have a career or to volunteer. She just wanted to be home with her kids. She wanted to push them to do their best, yet support them enough in their endeavors that they felt that if they failed she would still love them.
Liam was her easy child. He took every defeat and victory with style, never letting the loss bring him down and never letting the glory of the win make him cocky. Killian on the other hand, was her troubled child. He always carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. Even when he couldn't see it, everything affected him deeply. She saw how his father's displeasure hurt him. She noticed how the game was slowly killing him, making him into someone who was unhappy and depressed. She missed his love for the game, one that was so prevalent when he was young.
She had hoped that this mess with Milah would finally make him rethink everything that has happened in his life. She hoped he would take the time to look inward and decide if baseball was something he wanted to continue with. She knew deep down he loved the game, but she would support him no matter what he decided.
She also hoped that one of her silliest dreams would come true during this trip home.
Mary Margaret had been one of her best friends since she moved into the large colonial next to the Nolans. They instantly connected and could confide in each other in ways she never thought possible. As their children grew up together, Adelaide could see the connection between their families, especially between young Emma and Killian. They had similar souls and complemented each other well. Sure, there was an age gap, but that never stopped their friendship. She had been a bit worried about that when they moved in, worried that Killian and Liam would hate living next door to a younger (and in a young boy's opinion) obnoxious girl. Yet the two got along famously. Sure, time pulled them apart, thanks to school schedules and new friendships. But whenever the two were together, you could see the bond they shared.
During one drunken girl's night, Mary Margaret and Adelaide both confessed to hoping that Emma and Killian would one day get together. She was surprised that Mary Margaret saw the same things she did. They used to dream of the day their kids would get together, dream of the wedding and the grandkids, which both of them so desperately wanted even if at the time Emma was only fifteen.
There was a short time when they thought the match would actually happen and without any of their meddling, which they worked so hard not to do. However, fate had a different plan for their children. Of course, both women were devastated but realized that their kids had to grow up first and that maybe one day, they would finally get together.
Adelaide and Mary Margaret were used to meddling in their families affairs, and for them to sit back and do nothing when it came to Emma and Killian was pure torture. So when fate again decided to play into their lives, bringing both of them back to Virginia for the summer, they quickly went into planning mode.
Liam wasn't planning on coming down that summer. His family were originally planning on camping for a few weeks in Canada, but thanks to Adelaide's quick thinking and begging (OK, mostly begging and pulling the grandma card), they were able to have an excuse for Killian to spend some time with Emma in close quarters. The rest they had to let grow naturally, but forcing the two to sit together or across from each other whenever possible couldn't be helped.
When the two got off the plane, Adelaide could see that something had happened and she couldn't help but smile at the thought. As the days went on, she could see them getting closer and closer. They thought they were being sneaky, but Mary Margaret had hawk like senses for these types of things.
They witnessed the flirting between the two. They spotted the looks of lust and even love that were shared. They even witnessed a few stolen kisses between the two.
Now they just had to wait.
As Killian went upstairs to shower, she took the time to call her best friend.
"It's finally happening," she began, skipping the traditional introduction.
"After all this time, I can't believe it. Emma was so nervous this morning. She couldn't even look me straight in the eyes. All she would tell me is that they had plans this afternoon and couldn't make the dinner," Mary Margaret squealed.
Adelaide knew the woman had been up for sometime, having to organize things from the previous night's festivities.
"Killian was the same. He kept trying to hide that there was something more to their activities today. I think that's a good sign. Hopefully this time, they can finally be happy," she confessed.
In the end, that is all either parent ever wanted for their child. They wanted both of them to be happy with their lives. Sure, they knew that they would be infinitely happier with each other, but as long as their kids were happy, they would be. Adelaide knew that Killian hadn't been truly happy in a very long time. The few times she had seen him while he was on the road over the past few years he acted happy, looked happy, but deep down she knew he wasn't truly happy. Mary Margaret knew the same was true for Emma. She may say she was happy in LA and she may have enjoyed modeling and making new friends, but there was something missing there, something that would bring her true happiness.
"We can only hope," Mary Margaret agreed, before continuing their conversation about the future of their children.
He was way too excited for this date. He had spent that morning getting everything in order. Everything was in place for their date, everything down to the last detail was planned. He didn't know how he pulled it all off in less than twelve hours, but the fates were shining down upon him. Everything was going to be perfect and he couldn't have been happier about that.
He was ready well before eleven o'clock struck, so he had just enough time to run up to the local strip mall and get one final detail; a bouquet of flowers that he thought matched her hair and eyes. The tulips reminded him of the way her hair flowed in the wind and the lavender that was mixed in reminded him of the way she seemed to soothe his worries. The green leaves speckled throughout reminded him of the way her eyes peaked out from behind her locks. He didn't think that he would have had time to get the flowers, so he was glad he had the time to pick them up.
When he knocked on the Nolan's door at exactly eleven, his heart felt like it was beating out of his chest. He couldn't wait to see what she looked like. If it was anything like what she looked like yesterday, it would be awe inspiring. The dress she wore yesterday was the perfect mixture of sexy and beautiful. It turned him on way more than it should have, but it also allowed him to see just how beautiful she truly was. The way she held herself as she walked, the way her soft curves filled in and moved, the way her hair hit her shoulders and highlighted her slight tan, was all too much to handle in that dress.
When she opened the door, he was nothing short of impressed. She was a vision. It was if an angel was standing in front of him, blessing him with her presence. She had gone much more casual for their date, which was good considering Killian had decided on a nice pair of jeans and his traditional tight black shirt.
Her hair was down in loose curls, the way he loved it. She could wear her hair however she wanted, but his favorite was when her hair fanned around her face, framing her gorgeous features. She kept her makeup simple, with slight golden eyeshadow on her eyes that made her emerald eyes pop even more.
Her tank top almost caused him to have a heart attack. It was a deep red, with a lace trim. The rest of the red tank was see through, but not enough to make her look trashy. It was enough to drive him wild though. The perfect mix of sexy and casual. He silently thanked her profession for allowing her the clothing she had and giving her the style and senses that was being shown. Her white jeans hugged her body, accenting her curves perfectly. He could see the tone of her body through the material. He would have been lying to himself if he said he wasn't turned on by her outfit, but he also knew that she could be wearing a potato sack and he would still be turned on. She exuded beauty and sexuality. He couldn't help but be intrigued by her.
"Swan…. You look," he began, but was unable to finish his sentence. He couldn't help but stare at her perfection.
"I know," she winked, and by the way she was looking at him, he couldn't help but think she was just as turned on by his outfit, even if it was more simple.
"So what do you have planned for us today?" she questioned as they walked to the car that he was borrowing from his mother.
"That, love, is a surprise," he grinned, seeing a sparkle in her eye. She didn't mind the surprise, at least she didn't seem to be bothered by it.
As he opened the door for her and gave her the flowers he had purchased for her, he couldn't help but notice the blush in her face.
"They are beautiful, thank you Killian," she said softly as she climbed into the car. Her tone worried him a bit.
After he climbed into the car and started the engine, he couldn't help but ask her what was wrong.
"What is it, Swan?" he asked.
She turned to him and he was able to see a small tear in her eye. He reached over instinctively, grabbing her hand in his. He interlaced their fingers and brought her hand to his lap. He wanted to console her, even if he didn't know exactly what was wrong.
"It's just, no one has ever given me flowers before. Neal never really "wooed" me, he claimed there was no need. It's just a very nice gesture, that's all," she confessed, looking a bit embarrassed.
"Well Neal is an ass. You deserve the world, love, deserve to be doted on every minute of every day. And that is precisely what I plan on doing," he smiled, leaning forward to capture her lips in his quickly. In the back of his mind, he knew their families were probably watching them, but he didn't seem to care anymore. By the end of this night, he was going to make sure Emma knew just how much he felt for her. He was going to prove to her that he was in this for the long haul.
Pulling back, he moved the car into drive and drove them closer to the city they both loved so much.
Their first stop was Hillwood Gardens. Emma's eyes light up as they drove down the drive of the estate.
"You once told me that you loved these gardens. You had taken a field trip here for your biology class and mentioned that the quietness that came from the gardens calmed you. I thought it would be good to get you back to that same calm," he explained, hoping to shed some light on his reasons for taking her here. He wanted her to see just how much thought he put into everything they were doing today on their date, wanted her to realize that things would be different this time.
"I can't believe you remembered," she whispered, staring out the window.
"Of course I would remember. You talked about this place like it was your heaven on Earth. Now, I know LA has some wonderful gardens, but I am sure that nothing compares to these, so what do you say Swan? Would you like to take a walk with me?" he pondered, cocking his head to the side to indicate the entrance.
"I couldn't want it more," she smiled.
As they walked through the large gardens, looking at the roses and ponds that peppered the area, their talks turned more serious. Earlier, they had discussed the fun parts of Henry's party, what Henry's plans were for the summer and what Emma's friends were up to back home. They talked about what Killian's teammates were probably doing, but as those conversations carried on, they began to really talk about their feelings and fears.
"I know the guys miss me, and I miss them, but I am still not sure that I miss the game. What if I get back and I just don't enjoy the game as much as I once did?" he confessed to her as they walked into the Japanese garden.
"Well, the way I see it, you have a few choices. You can either quit now, which I think would be a stupid mistake, because you would never really know what you feel towards the game. You can go back and try your best and end up loving the game again. Sure, it may be a different type of love, but it's still love. Or, you can go back and end up hating the game, at which time you quit and move on to something else that you could love. The one thing you shouldn't do is let your fear cloud your judgement. You are really talented Killian and I know how much you used to love playing. I believe you can get that back if you just let go of everything that is holding you back," she explained to him.
He'd heard all of this before, some parts of it from her before too. However, now the words felt different. They carried more weight and meant more to him. She was right of course; he had to at least try to see if his love was still there, if his talent was still there. At the end of the day, he could find something else do it if it didn't work. Why stress out about it now, especially when he has three weeks to learn to love again, and in more ways than one.
"Thank you Swan," he said, pulling her into a hug, pressing a kiss upon her temple.
"I feel it too sometimes," she whispered, pulling back a bit to look into his eyes.
He cocked an eyebrow in question, a silent plea for her to continue.
"Well, I love modeling, but I am always worried about what may happen with it. What if I don't get another breakthrough? What if I go nowhere with it? What if I end up regretting everything I have done? I love it now, but I know that it could dissolve overnight. I'm scared about what may happen to me if I end up hating it," she explained, and it was like she was looking straight into his soul and reading his mind.
He pondered her thoughts for a while as they walked hand in hand.
"You know, I can't let those thoughts get to me though. I see that, especially now. I need to live in the here and now, enjoy what life has given me. I can't worry about what may come, or what happened in the past. None of that is good, for either of us. The more we focus on the present, the more happiness we will have," she smiled.
Again, she was right. They needed to live in the present. They needed to focus on what was right in front of them. Emma needed to work on trusting again and Killian needed to focus on getting back into a positive mindset that wasn't so worried about what anyone thought of his game or life. They both should be using this time to focus on the present and nothing else.
However, there was something else that was worrying Killian, and he knew Emma was worried about it as well. After these three weeks ended, what would it all mean for them? They both traveled a lot and had very different jobs. Sure, they both lived in the same city, but that really didn't mean anything. Many of his friends had girlfriends or wives and he saw how hard it was on their relationships. Hell, he had seen it first hand. Plus, most of the spouses he knew didn't also travel for work.
He knew he wanted to be with Emma, wanted to fall for her all over again, to be with her no matter what. He also knew that they would have to determine what would become of them sooner or later. He didn't know if he could handle going back to LA without her; the potential of him running into her while she was with someone else would kill him. He knew he wouldn't be able to find anyone else who made him feel this good, but it scared him that he could eventually lose her, simply because of their lifestyles.
He was also worried about what their whole relationship may mean. He went from being in a serious relationship with Milah, onto nothing. Now he was about to enter into a relationship, even if it was a simple one, with Emma. He wasn't so sure if he would be able to handle it. He didn't want his past, those insecurities brought on by Milah, to sour anything he had with Emma. But he would need to know what they had before he could work on stopping anything from ruining his chances.
He knew it wasn't the best opportunity to bring up their standing, but he also knew it needed to be talked about. They needed to clear the air. It was also the first time they've really been alone, apart from in bed together. He didn't want to have this conversation while laying with her. He wanted to have it in the light of day, where he could focus on what she was saying and what her eyes told him, instead of feeling her body pressed against his.
"Swan, I hate to bring this up, but what are we?" he asked, hating himself for the way he worded the question. What was he, a teenage girl, asking someone if they liked him liked him?
Thankfully, Emma didn't take the question so seriously and laughed at him, in a way that made him feel comfortable.
"Aren't I the one who is supposed to be worried about those sorts of things?" she retorted, chuckling at herself.
"I know, most men wouldn't just come out and ask, but with our limited time together I have to know. What do you see us as? Where do you see this going?" The question was something that worried him. Well, maybe more of what her answer would be, but he had to know. If he had to tell her first he would, but he also wanted to hear what she wanted because in the end, he would put aside everything, every feeling, endure every pain, just to make her happy.
"I'm not really sure, but I like where everything is going," she replied, a slight smile crossing her face.
Even though her answer was neutral and wasn't exactly what he was hoping for, it did give him some hope.
"I like where this is going too, but I am worried about what it all may mean. What will happen to us once we go back to LA? What will become of us? Emma, I know you feel this too, I know you feel this connection. I don't think I can go back to LA and just act like none of this, being around you again, never happened. Can you?" he questioned.
"No, I don't think I can, but at the same time, I don't want to worry about that. I just want to live in the here and now. I don't want to worry too much about what may happen. I don't want that worry hanging over us. I don't know what will happen to us when we get back, but why worry about that now? Especially when we can enjoy the time we have now. Truthfully Killian, I am not worried at all. Not when what I am feeling now, here, walking in this garden with you, is some of the best feelings I have had in a long time," she finished, turning to look at him.
Her eyes sparkled in the sunshine. They showed nothing but happiness and excitement. She really wasn't worried about what was to come and it helped him to believe he shouldn't be either. They should just enjoy the time they have together. Who knows, they may find out that whatever was going on between them wasn't meant to be, thus ridding them of the need to figure anything out. If it did end up being something, then they would take it slow, one day at a time, and determine what they wanted when the time came. There was no point in worrying now, it would just stop them from focusing on what could make them happy, which was the whole point of what they were doing.
"Emma, I just want to make sure we don't hurt ourselves in the process. I don't want to spend the next three weeks in bliss just for everything to be ripped from me…" he began before he was cut off by Emma's finger on his lips.
"Hey, I get it. Believe me, I do. It's something I have been wrestling with. I worry about everything, about what this all means, about my feelings for you, about the past, about the future. I really worry about how fast I am feeling things, how fast my feelings for you came back. I worry about getting my heartbroken all over again. I worry that everything is going so fast. But at the end of the day, the worry all disappears. I've realized that there is no point at letting my fear overtake me. The way I feel about you calms me and the fear fades away," she explained, and his heart almost dropped to his stomach.
How could it be that she was feeling the exact same way he was? He was worried about all the same things she was. He didn't think his heart could take another hard break, like it did with Milah, and Killian knew that if Emma walked away from them, if they didn't work out, he knew his heart would break even worse.
They continued to walk, allowing what she said process within his mind. She was right, when he held her in his arms at night, when they had some quiet moments alone, the fear disappeared. Nothing mattered as long as he was around her. The fear was worth it, the potential pain was worth it, so long as they could be together.
"You're right love, it is something we can worry about later. But I will tell you, I don't want this to end. I don't want to go back to LA and not see you. I don't want to go back and not be with you. This isn't a fling for me, Emma. This is real, and I want it to last. I want to see where it can take us," he confessed.
This was the most truthful they had been with each other in a very long time and it was almost cathartic. It felt good to finally tell her that he was in this for the long run, that he wasn't going to give up on them. Sure, they weren't really together, they were taking things a day at a time, but he would do anything to make sure that each day lead into a new one with her.
"I don't want this to end either," she smiled, "but whatever happens, just know that we have the next three weeks together. Whatever happens afterwards is something we can work through with each other. I just want to see where this goes. We can worry about LA later."
The rest of their date was a breeze. There was no more talk about what they were, what they could be or what could happen. He had taken everything she said to heart. They should spend the next three weeks just enjoying each other. If they just focused on each other, they would be able to make it.
He knew the trip back to LA would always be in the back of his mind, constantly worrying him when things would start to get good, but he knew if his feelings for her were real, and if hers for him were as well, they could make it work. He would do absolutely everything in his power to make sure that they would work. But that was something to worry about later.
Instead, he focused on her walking through the gardens and the estate. He loved the way her eyes lit up as they walked among the flowers. The light summer breeze kept her hair flowing and he was mesmerized with it. Her hand felt perfect in his and he never wanted to let it go. Every chance he got, he stole some kisses from her. In the quiet corner of the rose garden they walked back through for the third time, under the gazebo where the wisteria was growing wild, there were so many places where he was able to pull her into his arms and steal a short kiss, putting all his feelings into those few little seconds.
After spending more than three hours walking around the place, it was time for them to get some food. It was still a bit too early for dinner, but he had something else in mind. He didn't want her to be too full for what he still had planned for the rest of the night.
He suggested they take the train to their next destination. It was something he also knew Emma enjoyed. She mentioned once that she could ride the metro all day. She loved to people watch, loved seeing the types of people who took the trains for their daily activities or those riding for the first time. Killian used to hate taking the metro in DC. The trains were old and smelly, the people were always rude and never seemed to be happy. But he was willing to suck up his personal opinions of the train to watch Emma's enthusiasm as they walked on.
Her giddiness only grew as Emma slowly realized where he was taking her. The smell hit them a good block before the destination came into view, and as Emma took in a deep breath, letting the vanilla and sugar infiltrate her senses, her eyes widened and a huge grin crossed her face.
"Georgetown Cupcakes? Really?" she questioned, as the building and long line came into view.
"Aye, I know your sweet tooth is in desperate need of a cupcake," he winked, pulling her forwards into the line.
He knew they would be waiting for a while, allowing them to waste some time before the dinner he had planned and give them time to just talk about nothing of importance.
As the car pulled into the drive, Killian couldn't contain his excitement. They had had an amazing afternoon and an even more amazing dinner. He took her to one of her favorite restaurants in the city. It was this hole in the wall pizza place that he knew she was obsessed with. During one of their late night conversations back when she was still in high school, he remembered telling her that he hadn't found a good pizza place near campus yet, opting to just order from Dominos every time he was hungry. It made Emma go into a long, drawn out tangent about her favorite pizza place in the area. She hated that it was so far away from her house, but whenever she got the chance to go into the city, she made sure to stop by and get some pizza.
The drive back to the Nolan household was nice and peaceful. The sun was still pretty high in the sky, as Virginia summers lasted until nine most of the time. The haze in the air and the beginning of the sun setting was starting to cast a gorgeous glow on the area. Emma's hair shone differently now as the sun wasn't so high in the sky. Earlier in the day, the direct sunlight made her look exquisite, but now, with the sun shining directly behind her, she was ethereal.
There were no other cars in the drive, which surprised him a bit. He was prepared to end their night there in the car, giving her a quick kiss to thank her for the date. He was prepared to put on an act for the rest of the night until they could go to sleep, curled up in each other's arms. But now, he would be able to actually walk into the house with her, his hand holding hers tightly. There were also some more mature thoughts running through his mind. Maybe they could actually get a chance to act on those attractions they both had.
"I wonder where my parents are?" she questioned as they walked to the door. Thankfully she didn't have to wonder long; there was a note taped to the mirror that hung in the foyer.
"What is it?" he asked, not looking over her shoulder to read, giving her privacy.
"They just went out for a late dinner with some friends and they are staying in the city to celebrate having both children finally out of the house, as dad put it. Henry is staying with Avery for the night," she said.
"Probably going to celebrate a bit himself," Killian added with a laugh in his voice.
"Probably," she agreed, with a knowing look in her eye. Henry hadn't been a partier, from what he was told by his parents and Emma, but this was his high school graduation. He deserved to let go a bit and just be a kid for a while longer. He knew that college could be a great time to have fun, but he also knew Henry, and knew that he wouldn't be that type. He was going to focus on his studies, so using this time to blow off steam was just what he needed.
"So, it looks like we have the house to ourselves," she said, as she turned to pull herself against him.
She was so close, so he wrapped his arms around her waist and watched as she mimicked him. He could smell the mixture of pizza and flowers from their afternoon. He wanted to attack her right there in the entrance to her house, to fuse his lips to hers and mark her in ways he had only dreamed. He stopped himself though, as he knew he had to cherish every moment with her.
"Yes it does," he agreed, finally moving to pin her against the door so he could capture her lips.
The kiss started out hot and heavy, their hands moving quickly against their bodies as their tongues danced between them. His hands tangled in her hair. He broke the kiss and moved down her neck. The moans escaping her throat were driving him absolutely crazy. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy, her mouth popped open in a silent plea.
He quickly moved around her, his hands grabbing her perfect ass and lifting her in the air. Instinctively, her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling his erection right against her. A growl escaped him as he fused their lips back together, moving them quickly from the entrance to his bedroom.
Unlike in the movies, the walk up to the second floor was anything but smooth. He almost tripped a couple of times, causing Emma to laugh in between kisses. Normally, he would curse at the stairs for interrupting their moment together, but Emma's laughter was perfect. It broke down the wall of seriousness that surrounded their encounter and made things a bit more normal. He loved the intensity that they had at the beginning, but also loved the comfort that he got from being around her.
As they entered his room, he gently placed Emma on the bed. Her hair fanned out behind her, continuing to drive him crazy. He didn't think he would be able to control himself long enough for him to take all the time he wanted with her.
He quickly got rid of his shirt as Emma scooted up into the center of the bed, propping her head on the pillows that were placed meticulously on the bed. He knew her mother had come into the room to clean earlier in the day. But he had to wipe his mind of all that, as he had a gorgeous beauty laying right in front of him, reaching up to pull him down to her.
As their bodies molded against each other, he allowed the moment to sweep over him. This time, he wouldn't let anything stop them from feeling everything they wanted to feel. Her hands on his body, feeling his muscles flex beneath her touch, was something he would never be able to get over. He would never be used to the feeling of her nails scraping down his back.
He moved down her body, peppering her with kisses as he removed the see through shirt. Her matching burgundy bra was killing him. He wanted to remove it quickly and finally begin to see her, but he also knew he needed to take his time cherishing her body the way she deserved. Something told him that Neal never took the time to appropriately appreciate what he had in front of him.
His lips danced over her perfect skin. Goosebumps raised beneath his lips, prompting slight shivers from her as he moved down her body. As he reached those white pants that drove him crazy earlier, he took his sweet time taking them off. He could tell he was driving her out of her mind. Her head was rocking back and forth, soft moans escaping her lips each time his lips or hands caressed her skin.
"Just get them off already," she finally cried as he slowly unzipped the zipper.
"All in good time love, good things come to those who wait," he winked, but complied by removing her pants.
He did however take his time moving back up her body. Her legs were nothing but perfect and his hands loved the way her calves felt beneath his grasp. However, it was what rested between her legs that he couldn't wait to get to.
Her panties matched her bra. The deep red color bringing a huge contrast out of her skin tone. As he reached the apex, kissing her slightly on the outside of her damped underwear, he took in her scent. He had thought about this all day, how intoxicating she was, how he was completely overwhelmed by her, but in that moment, he never wanted to smell anything else. She was completely sweet and delicious.
Using his teeth, he removed her panties. But before he could meet her wanting clit, he made good work of her bra as well. He paid close attention to the perkiness of her breasts. He took one into his mouth and slightly bit down on her nipple, causing her to raise herself off the bed with a loud moan.
"Holy shit Killian, please," she begged as her hands found his hair.
He couldn't ignore her pleas anymore.
He quickly moved down her body, leaving one hand on her breast, while using the other one to help him finally taste her. His tongue slowly came out and played with her clit. An exclamation came out of her mouth, followed quickly by a string of curses, which edged him on. His tongue moved more quickly, fully lapping her up. He used his lips to suck slightly on her nub, pulling her into his mouth as he let out a moan causing her to shutter.
His free hand began to move across her thigh and towards her waiting entrance. He teased her a bit, prompting a bit more curses to leave her lips. He was truly enjoying how he could turn her on and bring her to the brink of pleasure. He inserted one finger into her waiting quim, curling it instinctively, pulling it out slowly. Her walls clamped down around him, and he could tell that she was getting close to the edge of the abyss.
"Oh my God Killian," she cried, lifting her head off the pillow just a bit, moving her hands to thread in his head, pushing him closer into her.
"You taste exquisite love," he whispered against her before getting back to work.
This time, instead of using just one finger, he inserted two, and slowly began to pump them. His mouth went back to her clit, sucking slightly in between long licks. All too soon, he felt her falling. Her loud moan was all he needed. He would never tire of hearing her like this, having her fall apart thanks to his skill. Her walls tightened around him as her hips raised off the bed, wanting to both pull away from him and needing to be consumed by him.
He brought her down from her high by lapping her slowly, moving the one hand that had been busy massaging her breast down to massage her thigh. As she calmed down, he looked up to the best view he had ever seen. Her skin was flushed pink, her chest rising and falling hard. Her eyes were closed, with her head tilted to press into the pillow in pure exhaustion.
"You alright there love?" he asked as he moved back up the bed to pull her close to him. Her body melted perfectly into him, causing his erection to jerk as her ass came to sit in the curve of his lap.
"Perfect, just give me a minute," he could hear the smile in her voice.
She didn't need a minute though. Within seconds of laying with his arms around her, she began to wiggle closer to him, pushing her ass back to rub against his erection. His jeans were becoming too restrictive, but he didn't want to leave the embrace that surrounded him.
"You are wearing too many clothes," she said in a sultry voice, turning in his arms to face him.
She leaned up towards him and captured his lips. Her hand came to massage his member from the outside of his jeans.
"Aye, seems like I am," he said in between kisses.
In the awkward position they were in, he removed his jeans as quick as he could. Again, he thought movies don't always make it realistic, and laying on his side made the removal a bit difficult. However, once he had them and his tight boxers off, she was on top of him, devouring his lips as she slid over him. Her fluids were coating him, preparing him for something he had been waiting for forever.
"Killian, I need you," she breathed into his ear, then took his earlobe into her mouth and pulled slightly, eliciting a moan from him.
"You are you positive love?" he asked, needing to make sure that she was ready to take this step with him, because he knew the moment their bodies fused together, there would be no going back for him.
"Yes, please Killian, take me," she begged, rolling off of him and back onto her back.
He reached over into the beside table for a condom, which he made quick use of. As he turned back, he saw her tentatively playing with herself, waiting and preparing herself for him. A smile shone on her lips, a teasing look in her eyes.
He moved above her, hovering, taking in her face. She was absolutely beautiful.
Lowering himself down to meet her lips, he slid into her, causing her to release a slight yelp as her lips met his. He was concerned at first that he had harmed her that he paused inside of her. He studied her face, waiting for her eyes to open back up.
"Move Killian," she begged after a beat.
It was all the permission he needed, so he indulged her request. He began to move slowly, but with purpose. He kept her lips on his as his hips thrust into her. Her hands moved across his back, digging her nails into him. Soon, his thrusts began to quicken, needing to be deep inside of her, needing to feel her around him.
"You feel so good Emma," he said as he broke the kiss, moving his lips down to her throat, gliding his tongue across her vein.
"Please Killian, harder," she cried, pushing herself up on her elbows, changing the position in which he was entering her. He obliged.
One of her hands moved from the bed to meet her clit, rubbing it gently as she kept eye contact with him. The position was good, and he knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer if she continued. He could feel her walls pulsing against him.
He pulled out of her, causing a pout to cross her face, but he couldn't help but smile. He turned her body effortlessly, her ass raising to meet him naturally. She looked at him over her shoulder with a look that was bewildered and excited. He forget how forceful and aggressive he could be in bed, but something told him that it aroused her. The look she was giving him was telling him to keep going, to take what was his, to make her his. Her mouth was propped open, waiting to cry out for him.
He slammed into her, his hands on her hips, steadying her. She cried out, but this time he knew the cry was one of utmost euphoria. Her head flung back as he continued to drive into her. He was so deep within her, both figuratively and literally. He knew there would be no coming back from this. He was going to need Emma in his life for the rest of it. He would never get enough of her body, the way it moved against him as he entered her, the way she met him with each thrust, the way it responded to his slightest touch. He would never get tired of hearing her moans and pleas for more. There was no way he would be able to live without hearing her sighs of passion again.
He leaned over her body, moving one hand to help steady himself enough to keep up the pace they had made, while one moved down to circle her clit. He needed her to come around him, needed to feel her fall apart for him again. He wanted to know what it was like to come with her.
He played with her for a few minutes, stopping right as she was on the verge of falling, prolonging their bliss. He knew that he needed to send her over the edge again, and he was ready to chase after her. He picked up the pace of his thrusts, watching her breasts bob with each hit, as his hand sped up against her nub.
He took his eyes off her body and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed in pure happiness. He leaned forward a bit more and whispered in her ear.
"Come for me Emma." His voice didn't usually sound like this. His voice was deeper and his accent stronger, thicker.
Within moments, she was pulsing, falling, screaming. Her orgasm wracked through her system, causing her legs to give way beneath her, but he let up a bit, allowing him to remove his hand from the bed, holding her in place as her high came crashing down on her. As her walls contracted around him, he fell too, her name on his lips, followed by a string of curses.
He wasn't able to hold her anymore, so they collapsed in a heap on the bed, tangled in each other's limbs. The comforter felt cool against his skin. He made sure not to land on top of her, instead moving them to their starting position. He didn't have the energy to move them much more, and he didn't need to. The heat from her skin kept him comfortable and before he knew it, they were both falling asleep in each other's arms.
It took every ounce of energy Mary Margaret and Adelaide had to not confront their children about the date that they were definitely going on. Yet, they still found a way to meddle. They decided to give the kids a night to themselves, hoping that the thought and option of being alone would push the two together in a way that wouldn't allow them to second guess the feelings they both clearly had for each other.
However, Mary Margaret didn't do exactly what the note they left them said. Instead of going into the city to stay at a hotel and have a nice dinner, they had a quiet dinner next door and opted to stay at a bed and breakfast close by. It gave her the perfect opportunity to see if what their kids had was real. Sure, it was kind of creepy, according to her husband, but she had to see it for herself. She had been out of Emma's life for so long that she couldn't help it. Emma was an adult, and Mary Margaret knew for a fact what would eventually happen between the two old friends, but she just wanted to see Emma's face, to make sure that she was truly happy.
She wasn't surprised to see them walk hand in hand into the house when they arrived back from their date. A smile crossed the woman's face as she saw just how happy Emma looked when she locked eyes with Killian.
However, her smile grew as she noticed that no lights were turned on in the house. Maybe, just maybe, the two of them were finally allowing their instinct to take over. Maybe her daughter would finally find someone who fit her perfectly and who made her happy.