Happy Valentine's Day all! Enjoy this chapter set during the only holiday the show has ever mentioned! (And have some smut!)


The break in at Gold's house and his subsequent attack on the culprit had kept Emma sufficiently busy for the majority of the day. After he was securely locked in the cell and all the necessary paperwork had been completed Emma left the station feeling pretty content that there was only about an hour left to suffer of another disappointing Valentine's Day.

Emma envied the women who seemed to not care about the holiday and maybe on the exterior she looked like she was one of them … but if she was honest with herself she had always wanted to have a Valentine. She would never admit it to anyone else but the day always made her wish that she had someone special to spend it with. The idea of flowers and chocolates and all the romantic trappings of the holiday made her feel like she was missing out. Even this year she could have spent at least part of the day with Henry if she hadn't screwed up so badly.

Ruby, Ashley and Mary Margaret had asked her to join in on a Valentine's Day girl's night out but Emma declined the invitation as fast as she could. She knew that would mean going for drinks at The Rabbit Hole and there was absolutely no way she was going show her face at Killian's bar on a holiday dedicated to romance. At the moment she was hopelessly clueless as to where she stood with him. She had tried desperately to remember the conversation that she had with the handsome bartender the other night in her loft but the specifics escaped her. Apparently she had drank just enough so that the details were fuzzy.

She remembered that the conversation was pleasant and that he had picked up some food for her but she was blanking on what they talked about. One memory did stand out to her… the way he smiled before we walked out her front door. It had been one of those dashing, dangerous grins that he was obviously an expert at and it was seared into her memory. But now it was a couple days later and Emma hadn't heard from him or run into him or anything. Between that and the fact that Regina wasn't allowing her to see Henry left Emma felling very alone … and very unloved.

The night was cold and crisp and at this late hour the streets of Storybrooke were empty. No doubt everyone was either celebrating with their loved ones or trying to pretend that they didn't care. Emma walked up to her yellow bug and her heart skipped a beat when she and saw that inside, laying on her driver's seat was a dozen long stem red roses. The doors were still locked and she had to smile at the audacity of breaking into the sheriff's car to leave flowers. She quickly unlocked the car and swung open the door to pick up the small folded card that was attached to the bouquet.

Meet me at the bar. And on the back side of the note: Please.

Emma deliberated for about half a second before she hopped into the bug and steered herself over to The Rabbit Hole. She was through second guessing herself. When she was investigating Regina she knew that what she was doing was wrong but she had ignored her instincts. This time she was going to trust her gut and right now it was telling her that going to see Killian on Valentine's Day was exactly what she should do. She parked the car and pulled her knitted beanie off her head. She ran her fingers through her hair and examined her reflection in the rearview mirror for a moment before deciding that she didn't have anything with her to make herself up anyway so she might as well just go in as she was.

The bar was packed and it was still a few hours before closing time. Emma's hopes fell a little bit when she spotted Killian behind the crowded bar. With this many customers it would probably be hours until she could be alone with him. He was busy but it only took a few moments until he met her eyes across the room. He leaned over and spoke briefly to the other bartender, threw away an empty beer bottle and walked directly over to where she stood.

"I'm glad you came," he said. Emma couldn't help but smile.

"Maybe I'm just here to arrest you for breaking into my car," she teased.

"Did you bring the handcuffs?" he said with a mischievous raised eyebrow. She rolled her eyes. "Come on, love. Let's go." He took her hand and started towards the door.

"Go?" she asked, looking around at the capacity crowd that was filling the room. "What about the bar?"

"I have the rest of the night off," he told her with a grin.

Emma took one last look back at the crowd around the bar and shrugged. "If you say so."

He led her out of the bar and down the street to an apartment building. "I'd like to spend some time with you somewhere other than where one of us works," he explained. "As long as that's okay with you."

Emma looked up at the building and nodded. She followed him inside to a door on the second floor and waited while he got out his keys to unlock it. He flipped on the lights as they walked in and she was surprised at how welcoming the apartment was. The exposed brick walls were adorned with some eclectic pieces of art and he had shelves that were scattered across the room holding books and other items that looked like they had been collected over time rather than just bought from a store for their aesthetic value. There was a large sofa and a loveseat that had a variety of throws and pillows.

"Make yourself comfortable," Killian requested. Emma took off her coat and sat down on the couch as he disappeared into the kitchen. She heard him opening and closing the refrigerator and cabinets and wondered what he was up to.

She found out soon enough as he reappeared with an ice bucket and two champagne glasses. He placed them on the coffee table in front of her and held up one finger indicating for her to wait for his next trip. When he returned he had the bottle of champagne tucked under his arm and an assortment of chocolate covered strawberries that he placed on the table. Her mouth dropped open. Flowers, chocolates, champagne … it was the kind of Valentine's Day that she had always imagined but never actually thought she would have.

"Too much?" he asked, the nervous tone in his voice clearly audible.

"No," she assured him. "Actually, it's perfect."

He gave her a relieved smile and popped the cork on the champagne bottle. He poured them each a glass and held his up for a toast. "To finally making it to our first date."

She smiled at that and clinked her glass against his. She took a sip of the champagne, letting the bubbles tickle her nose and appreciating that he had spared no expense on the bottle. She still hadn't gotten over her shock at the effort he had made. She took a bite out of one of the strawberries and he did the same. "What were you going to do with all this if I didn't show up tonight?" she asked.

"This probably would have ended up being my lunch tomorrow," he laughed. He put down the other half of his dessert and leaned back on the couch. "I have to admit, I had half convinced myself that you wouldn't show."

"Killian, I have to ask you something," she said, putting her glass down. "It's been bothering me since the other night."

"Anything, love."

"What did we talk about?" she blurted out. "When you made sure I got home from the diner? I mean, I know you weren't there for very long but I just can't remember!"

"Oh, that night?" Killian smiled. "Well, you just went on for a good while about how devilishly handsome I am, how you can't bear to spend another moment apart from me, how much you've been dreaming about kissing me again…"

"Liar," Emma said as she playfully shoved his knee.

"Okay, honestly we didn't really have much of a discussion," he told her. "You just told me that you had a bad day and you didn't want to talk about it."

"And?"

"You did say that I should try asking you out again."

"And you waited until Valentine's Day," Emma said. "That was bold of you."

"What can I say? I'm a romantic at heart I suppose," Killian smiled. "I figured if I gave you time to think about it you would talk yourself out of accepting."

"So you broke into my car instead."

"I admit nothing, Sheriff," he said with a wink. "Perhaps that was just magic."

"Of course it was," she said. "So, what now?"

"I hadn't thought that far," he admitted. "When I came up with this idea I was convinced you either wouldn't show or you would run out the door when you saw all this." He waved his hand toward the champagne and strawberries.

"I'm not running out the door now," she said, looking into his eyes. The world outside his apartment faded away along with all the worries and responsibilities that came with it. Emma leaned forward and let her fingertips trace over the stubble on his jaw. Killian didn't move as she shifted her body to be closer to him.

"No, you're not." His voice was deep and she could practically feel his pulse quicken as she straddled his hips. When her lips met his he circled his arm around her waist to pull her down onto his lap. The kiss started tentatively but they both gave in quickly to the passion that was threatening to consume them, their mouths opening and devouring each other. Her hands were in his hair, fingers raking through the dark locks and trying to pull him even closer to her. Her hips ground into his and she could feel that his desire was rising as rapidly as her own.

Her mouth left his and her traveled down his jaw until her tongue found a sensitive spot just below his ear that had him thrusting his hips up to get more friction. She breathed in the intoxicating scent of him and pushed herself back so she could peel off the red turtleneck that had suddenly become suffocating. Killian froze for a moment and looked up at her with an incredulous expression on his handsome face. Emma took his hand and guided it to her breast which was apparently all the encouragement he needed. He sat up from his reclined position and swiftly flipped Emma onto her back on the soft couch cushion. He flashed a devilish smile and lowered his dark head to her breast. His hand pulled back the lacy fabric of her bra as his mouth drew in her nipple and his teeth gently grazed the hardened peak. A shot of pure desire went through her and she arched her back into his touch.

His prosthetic hand anchored at her waist while his mouth continued to lavish attention on her breasts. Her eyes closed and her fingers clawed at his shirt to untuck it from his pants. He sat up and to pull off the black tee shirt and tossed it away. He smiled at her as he unzipped her boots and pulled them off one at a time. Just as he was about to resume his appreciation of her body she placed both hands on his chest and held him where he was.

"Killian, wait," she said. The brief moment without contact had been just long enough for the familiar doubts to creep into her mind.

"What is it, love?" he asked, sitting back on his heels. His voice dripped with concern and only a hint of frustration.

"I … I don't know."

"We can stop," he assured her. "Do you want to stop?"

She nodded but didn't say a word as she pushed herself up on her elbows. Killian sat back on the couch, running his hand over his face. "I'm sorry."

He looked at her. "Don't be sorry, Emma."

"But I…"

"It's okay," he assured her. "If this ever happens then I want you to be sure that it's what you want." He reached over and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "Do you want to leave?"

"No," she said honestly.

A smile spread across his face. "I'm happy to hear that," he said. "We can do whatever you like. More champagne? Shall we watch TV? Maybe a movie?"

"It's been a long day," she said. "I'm actually kind of tired."

He stood up and held out his hand to her. She took it and let him lead her for the second time that night. They went down a short hallway that led to his bedroom. The room had the same welcoming feeling as the rest of the apartment and in the middle of it was a large four poster bed.

"You're welcome to spend the night with me and I promise I'll be a perfect gentleman," he said. 'Would you like me to get your shirt?"

Emma suddenly was aware that she was topless except for her bra. She smiled at him and kissed his cheek. "I think yours might be more comfortable," she said.

"Let me get you a fresh one, then," he said. "You don't want the one that I was working in all night."

He produced a clean black cotton v-neck tee shirt for her and she pulled it over her head. She caught the look in his eye when he saw her dressed in his shirt and she blushed and looked away. "Which side do you sleep on?" she asked, pointing to the bed.

"Usually in the middle so you pick whichever side you prefer," he said.

Emma walked to the far side of the bed and pulled back the comforter. "Is your bed always made like this or were you expecting to get some action tonight?"

"I had hoped," he admitted. "But I'll take your company any way I can get it."

Emma smiled. "Turn around?" she requested.

He complied and she shimmied out of her jeans. She folded them and placed them on a chair before sliding into the cool sheets and pulling the comforter over her.

He turned back around and his gaze traveled over the place that she lay in his bed. He shook his head as if to clear his thoughts. "Do you mind if I take off my pants?" he asked her.

"Go ahead."

"Fair is fair," he said, indicating that she should avert her eyes. She turned away and heard him unbuckle his belt and remove his jeans. He shut off the light before lying down in the bed next to her. She shifted to her side and slid over so that she could rest his head on his chest. She ran her fingers through the coarse hair on his chest and he placed a kiss on the top of her head.

"Goodnight, Emma."

"'Night, Killian," she echoed. She closed her eyes and relaxed into him. His fingers stroked through her hair and she found that sleep came easily.


Emma woke with a start and for a moment she didn't know where she was. It was dark in the room but she quickly remembered that she was in Kilian's bed when she felt his body behind hers. At some point during the night they must have shifted positions so that he was spooned behind her. She lay still and waited for the familiar urge to leave in the middle of the night but it didn't come. In fact, the longer she lay silent in the darkened bedroom the more comfortable she felt. The heat of his body was enticing and she snuggled in closer.

He sighed a bit in his sleep and his arm came around her waist to hold her tight. Emma smiled and shifted again, rubbing herself back against him. She could feel his body respond as the growing proof pressed into her backside. Something came over her. She felt mischievous and she wanted to further test how his body reacted to her.

She arched her back and pushed her ass firmly into him to draw another sinful sound from him. The more she felt him harden the more it made her aware of her own wanting. There was a throbbing ache between her legs and her heart was pounding. She leaned gently back into him to roll him onto his back and her hand dipped beneath the sheets. She hesitated for a second at the waistband of his boxers before slipping her fingers underneath the elastic.

His hand caught her wrist. "Curious, darling?"

"I thought you were asleep," she whispered. She pressed the length of her body against him and kissed his shoulder.

"I was but I'll never object to being woken up this way," he said as he let go of her wrist. "By all means, continue what you were doing."

Emma nipped playfully at his shoulder and slid her hand down until she was able to circle her fingers around him. He groaned as she slowly stroked along his length.

"What's changed, love?" he asked.

Emma slid down the bed and sat back on her knees. "My resolve to keep denying myself the things that I want," she said. "It's crumbled." With that she tugged on his boxers until he was free from the cotton fabric and she bent down to take him into her mouth.

"Emma …" Killian's voice was strangled as her tongue swirled over his tip. Her hand and mouth moved up and down the length of him in a steady rhythm that had curses falling from his lips. His fingers tangled into her curls and he gently guided her head to the rhythm and speed that had him on the very edge of paradise. She licked and teased and sucked as he alternated between praises and unintelligible moans until he finally cried out with the ecstasy of his climax.

She wiped a stray drop of his release from her lips and lay her head back down on the pillow next to him. She watched with a strange sense of pride as he struggled to regain his senses. When he finally did he looked over at her with a lazy smile.

"I want to taste you again," he said in a low voice as he nuzzled into her neck and began doing wicked things with his tongue that had her aching for him.

"Please," she breathed as she arched into him.

He pushed up the bottom of the tee shirt and kissed his way down her stomach to nibble at her hip bone. Emma shifted impatiently on the bed as he slowly pulled her satin underwear down her long legs. Once she was free of them her legs fell open and Killian mercifully ceased his slow torture and lowered his head to where she needed him.

"Bloody hell, Emma," he said. "You taste like heaven."

He savored her slowly, almost leisurely. His tongue lapped at her and she moaned at each new sensation that his mouth created for her. Her fingers gripped the sheets as the pleasure began to coil deep inside. He slid two fingers inside her as his tongue flicked over her most sensitive spot. She cried out his name as she tumbled over the edge and he continued slow, steady licks until the last trembling wave of her orgasm had passed.

"You are gorgeous to watch," he said simply before he got up to retrieve a towel for her. She cleaned up, pulled her underwear back on and sat on the edge of the bed.

"I should probably go," she said. "I have a prisoner at the station so I need to be there early in the morning."

"You really know how to make a man feel used, Swan," Killian said with a laugh. He sat down next to her and took her hand. The laughter was gone and he looked at her earnestly. "Stay this time. Please."

She really wanted to. It had been far too long she had spent the night with a man that actually cared about her. "Okay."

He smiled again and kissed her hand. "Come on then," he said happily.

He tucked her against him again and covered them both with the sheets. Emma pushed away all the reservations that she had and allowed herself to relax into him again.

"Thank you, Killian," she whispered into the dark.

He kissed her forehead. "Happy Valentine's Day, Emma."

They were both tired and sated and it was only moments until sleep claimed them.


In the morning Killian explained to her that despite being a bartender he had a strange habit of being up with the dawn. That worked out well for Emma because she had to get home and showered and back at the station as quickly as possible. In the light of day Emma had lost all the boldness that she felt in the dark of night so in the morning they parted with little more than a chaste kiss.

But lack of nerve surprisingly didn't translate to any kind of regret. Quite the opposite, Emma actually found that she was in a cheery mood as she ate lunch and tried to get Gold to give up his favor for a pastrami sandwich. When Regina showed up with Henry and offered to let Emma spend some time with him in exchange for a moment alone with the prisoner she accepted the deal. Following her instincts was paying off and for the first time in a long time she actually felt like she picture a happy future.