"So how is it that you and Killian haven't been dating this entire time?" Ruby asked as Elsa helped braid Emma's hair around her head.

"Well, our first date was called off due to the loss of his hand," Emma said pointedly, "And then he was busy trying to find a job and take care of his son and you know how busy we get this time of year."

"All those holiday and New Year's babies are coming," Elsa smiled as she placed a final pin into Emma's hair. "All right my dear, you are ready for your date."

"You're so lucky, I've been dying to see My Fair Lady!" Belle said, "Tell me all about it when you get back tonight?"

"If she gets back tonight you mean," Ruby smirked as she handed Emma some shoes to borrow.

"Huh?" Emma turned to her.

"Come on Emma, you're quite a modern woman and Killian's quite easy on the eyes," Ruby nudged her. "We'll cover for you with the nuns."

"Oh there's going to be no need for that," Emma blushed.

"What? Emma, come on, he's gorgeous," Elsa raised her eyebrow at her.

"Look, I'll admit I'm no blushing virgin, but the last time it happened it didn't exactly end well. I'm not doing anything until I'm sure that it's what I want."

"Good, and if he tries anything I will not hesitate to kick his ass," Ruby assured her.

"Good to know Ruby, okay I'll see you guys later," Emma grabbed her bag and headed towards the door.

"Have fun!" The three chorused as she walked through the door.

"Did I mention how beautiful you look tonight?" Killian asked as they walked arm and arm towards the theater.

"Just when I got to your flat and when we got to the street and when we got on the bus and just now," Emma smiled and pulled him in for a quick kiss.

"Well, a woman as beautiful as you deserves a man's full and prompt attention," he whispered in her ear when they broke apart. Emma felt a shiver travel down her spine as she looped her arm through his and they walked up the steps of the theater.

"Good evening sir, tickets please," the usher said in a posh accent and held out his white gloved hand. Killian drew the tickets out of his pocket and handed them to the usher. The usher looked at the tickets and rubbed them between his fingers.

"Sorry sir, I can't accept these," he tutted as he handed the tickets back.

"Why not?" Killian asked, his jaw ticking.

"They're counterfeit, we don't even have these seats," the usher explained, looking down his nose at Killian.

"Oi, I paid good money for these," Killian said angrily.

"I'm sure you did sir, but a man of your standing can't be expected to know the difference," the usher said already accepting tickets from the next couple in line.

"What's that supposed to mean mate?" Killian snapped.

"Killian it's okay, come on let's just go. Clearly this place has no class," Emma spat in the direction of the usher and lead Killian down the stairs.

"I'm sorry Swan, I really wanted to have this be a great night," Killian scratched behind his ear.

"Hey, it's okay, the night's not ruined." Emma placed her hand on his cheek, "Why don't we go over to that pub and we can get a drink?" Killian nodded and allowed her to take his hand as they walked into the pub.

Emma spied a dart board in the corner and smiled to herself, "How about a few rounds?" She tilted her head towards the board.

"You're on Swan, I'll grab us some drinks and you guard the darts," he smiled. They managed to play a few rounds, Emma thoroughly trouncing him.

"How did you get so good at this game?" He asked after she beat him yet again.

"There was a dart board in the bar close to where I went to school, ended up being a good way to unwind after an exam or a paper," Emma explained as she pulled the darts out of the board. "Got another round in you?"

"With you? Always," he smirked and took a dart from her hand. They played a few more rounds until the bartender called out last call.

"How is it last call already?" Emma asked checking her watch.

"Time flies I suppose, well shall we?" He said finishing his drink.

"We shall," she smiled and took his arm. She leaned into his warmth once the cool night air hit them as they walked down the street.

"I'm still sorry about the tickets, I know you really wanted to see the show," he said shyly.

"Hey it's okay, I still had a great time thoroughly beating you at darts," she chuckled and bumped her hip against his.

"Oi I got you a couple of times," he laughed and bumped her back.

"Mmhmm" Emma rolled her eyes at him and rested her head on his shoulder "It was still a great night."

"Drinks, darts, good conversation and now I'm walking home with the woman I lo-" Killian stopped himself and turned pink.

"It's okay, you can say it," Emma turned to face him. She took both his hand and his prosthetic, her eyes locking onto his. "Because I've wanted to say it to you too."

Killian's smile could have powered a city block, "I love you, Emm-" He couldn't quite finish as Emma leaned forward and kissed him deeply. They didn't stop until he heard the rumble of the bus pulling into the stop.

"Evenin'" the driver smirked knowingly at them as they got on. They both giggled like teenagers as they took their seats, the bus dropped them off a few blocks from his flat. The driver winked at them as they got off.

"So would you like to come up for some coffee?" Killian asked as they reached his building. Emma paused, knowing what could come next, half her mind said to go up and the other screamed to run back to the convent. But her heart pushed her forward, reminding her that Killian wasn't her ex and that she wasn't a naive teenager anymore.

"Sure," she smiled softly. She took his hand as they climbed the stairs together.

"So how do you take your coffee?" He asked once they were in his kitchen.

"Black is fine," Emma shrugged leaning against the counter as Killian made the coffee. "So where's Liam tonight?"

"At his cousin's having a sleepover," Killian slid a mug in her direction.

"I didn't know you had another nephew."

"Yeah he's my other cousin's son, they live up in Notting Hill," Killian explained. "Speaking of my nephew, his birthday is next week. Would you like to come?"

"Um next week?" Emma's mouth went dry.

"Yeah it could be fun, he's a great kid and my cousin can be okay sometimes. We're working on it," Killian chuckled.

"I'll think about it," Emma nodded taking a quick sip of coffee to ease the dryness of her throat.

"Just let me know soon, love," he grinned at her and leaned in, capturing her lips with his own. His arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her against his body. His lips traveled to her cheek, her chin, her neck, and up to her ear.

"Is this okay?" He whispered as he nibbled on her earlobe.

"Yes," Emma sighed, coursing her fingers through his hair. Killian went back to her neck, licking and sucking on the spot where her neck met her shoulder. Emma moaned, her hands sliding down to unbutton his shirt. He walked them back until her back hit the wall. Killian groaned when she undid the last button, her hands sneaking inside and skimming over the waistband of his pants.

"You're sure you want this?" He moaned as his hand came to the zipper of her dress.

"Yes," she nodded, Killian slowly unzipped her dress. Emma moaned as his fingers ran over the newly exposed skin of her back. His hand and hook came down to behind her thighs and he deftly lifted her up, her legs wrapped around his hips and he walked them back to his bedroom. Emma's hands fumbled with his belt as he lowered her to his bed. They both chuckled when she finally got it open.

"Sorry, it's just been a while," she explained, her cheeks going hot.

"It's okay, I'm in the same boat as you," he said threading his fingers through her hair and deftly undoing the braid.

"You would make a boat cliche," Emma giggled as her hair fell around her face.

"I like to be consistent," he smiled before kissing her again. Emma fell back against the pillows, Killian on top of her. His hand and hook came up to the straps of her dress, sliding them down her arms. His hand came around and unhooked her bra, tossing it over his shoulder and taking in the sight of her.

"Beautiful," he breathed before diving in, his lips and tongue working one nipple and his hand working the other. Emma's back arched off the bed as he tugged her dress further down her body, his lips exploring every inch of new skin. He delicately unclipped the garter from her stockings and rolled them down her legs, kissing every inch of them. Emma fisted her hands in his sheets as he traveled back up stopping right at her center.

"Absolutely beautiful," he moaned as he peeled off her underwear and slid his fingers through her dripping folds. Emma's breath hitched when she felt his tongue on her, circling her clit.

"Oh god," she moaned, her hand burying itself in his hair. "Don't stop." She felt like a rubber band about to snap, Emma gripped his hair harder and he groaned. The vibrations pushed her over the edge; she fell back against the bed breathing heavily.

"You taste divine love," he crawled up to meet her lips, she could still taste herself on his tongue.

"Do you have any condoms?" she moaned as she came up for air, her hands running down his back and finding his ass. They both groaned when his length slipped through her folds.

"Yes, bedside table, top drawer," he nodded towards it. Emma fumbled getting the drawer open and getting out the condom. He leaned back for a moment, still giving her time to push him away. She leaned up to kiss him, her tongue circling around his. Killian pushed into her, stretching her walls until he bottomed out inside her.

"So tight," he whispered in her ear.

"Move," Emma breathed, bucking her hips against him in the search for friction.

"So demanding," he chuckled but he complied, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in.

"Yes," Emma groaned, digging her fingernails into his back.

"Oh fuck lass, that's good," he moaned before hungrily kissing her. They rocked together, hands and lips finding everywhere they could reach. Emma felt another orgasm building deep in her belly, her hand snaking down to come to her clit. Killian sucked hard at a spot on her neck, surely leaving a mark.

"Oh god," Emma cried out as she fell over the edge again, Killian following soon after. He collapsed on top of her, angling himself so he didn't completely crush her.

"That was…" He panted.

"Amazing," she nodded licking her lips before pressing small kisses to his cheek. He smiled and gently rolled off of her and walked into the bathroom, Emma felt the loss of his body instantly.

"Here you go love," he offered her a glass of water when he returned.

"Thank you," she gladly drank the cool water as he got back into bed. She placed the now empty glass on the table and snuggled into his side. His fingers played with the ends of her hair and she felt him gently kissing the top of her head.

"I have to get back to the convent," she sighed and started to roll out of bed.

"Why?" Killian's arms tightened around her body, his lips on the shell of her ear.

"The nuns are going to ask about where I am," Emma giggled and felt a shiver run down her spine as he pressed small kisses to her neck.

"Let them ask," he whispered. "I want to make you breakfast in the morning."

"Killian.." Emma turned to set him straight but she took in his mischievous blue eyes she felt her resolve crumble.

"Please Swan, stay," he whispered against her skin and Emma could feel the sincerity of his words. This wasn't just him wanting another round, this was more.

"Okay, I'll stay but I do have to get back to Antioch House. I can't go on rounds without my uniform. So breakfast will have to wait until another time," Emma settled back into his bed and resting her head on his shoulder.

"I can work with that," Killian smiled as he gathered her into his arms.