Outtake
He really was something. The minute Killian entered her apartment, he'd discarded his suit jacket and maneuvered to unbutton his black shirt.
"I thought we were going to spray paint?" Emma teased as she approached him and held his hand in hers, her eyes silently asking for permission to help him. He nodded, letting her undo the buttons of his shirt, and take it off him. She smirked at the Ramones t-shirt he had underneath.
"Well, this is a much better look for a graffiti artist." She agreed before her lips captured his in a long kiss. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, his hand finding a home in her hair as his left arm pulled her closer to him.
She broke the kiss, her nose nuzzling his, before she pulled away and walked out on him slowly, towards her bedroom. She turned her head over her shoulder and gave him a mischievous smile. "I'll be right back. I need to get out of this dress."
"Do you need assistance, love?" He asked raising his eyebrows.
She shook her head, "Stay here."
Emma came back shortly, changed into ripped jeans and a loose black t-shirt. Killian had already discarded his shoes and he was standing barefoot, his eyes studying the spray cans Emma had left from her etchings. She took a second to observe him, standing there, dark hair disheveled and black clothes, his eyes attentively looking at the cans. He looked as breathtaking as he did that first day she met him in his office.
Killian sensed her presence and he turned around. His eyes focused on her and he smirked, "Oh, that's more like it…" He said with appreciation, his hand waving with flourish in the air.
"You prefer this over a short black dress?" She asked teasingly, an eyebrow raised at him.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to him, "You have no idea what a ripped jeans and a punk shirt do to me, Swan." He confessed in a low voice.
She smiled, her hands softly caressing his arms, "I have a confession to make."
"Most women do." He smirked
"They have the same effect on me." She admitted before she leaned in to kiss him again, her lips molding with his in a deep kiss.
He trailed after her when she pulled away, grabbing his shirt and dragging him towards one of the walls.
"I want to see you paint."
He smiled cockily, his hand reaching for a spray can. He held the can with his left elbow, his hand maneuvering to remove the lid, "Watch and learn, Swan."
Killian stood for a second in front of her white wall, his eyes scanning the surface. He shook the spray can and all of the sudden he was there, in the moment, his hand moving swiftly as he started to paint on her wall. Emma watched mesmerized as the spray paint on the wall started to shift into lines and shapes. The movement of this wrist as he went back and forth, flawlessly painting onto the wall. She could see the letters of her name coming to life and she smiled when Swan finally came into full form in black against the white of the wall.
Killian turned around and smiled at her, "Do you like it?"
She nodded, "It's beautiful."
"Come here," He motioned her towards him and she walked in his direction. Killian handed her the can and made her face the wall. He positioned himself behind her, his chest pressed against her back as his hand closed over hers on the spray can.
"Steady pressure." He said as his finger pressed on hers and the paint came through. He gently directed her hand, swiftly tracing curve lines, "Hold your wrist in place for steady lines or flick your wrists for effect. Do each line separately, as a whole on its own." His lips were on her ear, carefully whispering the instructions.
He moved their joined hands toward the middle before pressing his finger and hers against the button again. He slowly started moving, following the trail of the can and he used his left arm pressed on her hip to guide her. "Move with the line, Swan," his stubble tickled her neck as he kept on moving and talking, his hand carefully guiding hers in a swift motions, "That is how you do it. You move your body with the line. You use your whole body, love. Back and forth." He finished in a whisper, his hips softly pressed against her from behind, his body radiating heat.
Emma inhaled deeply as she watched the stylized swan figure that now decorated her wall. She could feel his ragged breathing and it only fueled her even more. She slowly lowered their joined hands holding the spray can. He removed his hand from atop hers the moment she started to turn around. In the blink of an eye, she had dropped the can on the floor as her lips were crashing into his, her hands quickly moving to grab his shirt and pull him closer to her. He swayed them on the spot before he had her pressed against the wall, avoiding the painted areas. He trailed kisses down her neck and his hips ground against hers, the friction adding more heat to the moment. His hand moved underneath her shirt to caress her breast and she moaned at his touch. He broke his kisses for a second, his darkened eyes boring into hers.
"Bedroom?" He asked hoarsely.
"Yes" She quickly agreed and he lifted her into his arms and carried her there.
/-/
Killian woke up the next morning with Emma's head resting on his shoulder, her hand softly placed on his chest. He sighed happily, pulling her closer to him, his lips placing a soft kiss on her head.
"What time is it?" She mumbled as she stirred a little.
"I have no idea… but probably not very early." He replied, lifting her chin so he could brush his lips with hers." He pulled away to grab his phone, "I'll probably be late for my brunch with Liam."
"Brunch?" She asked surprised as she slipped into her shirt and a pair of shorts.
"Tink has her quirks. Brunch is one of them," Killian explained as he reached for his clothes.
"I am supposed to meet David and Mary Margaret too, but at least we can have a cup of coffee before you have to go?"
He reached out to give her a kiss, "That sounds great."
"I'll start the coffee machine."
They were having coffee, smiling at each other when someone knocked on the door, and Emma went to answer.
Regina walked in, stopping only briefly when she spotted Killian sitting on one of the stools. Her eyes moved towards the studio area and she cocked an eyebrow when she spotted the graffiti on the wall.
"Interesting," She said, "There seems to be an affliction around town where walls magically get painted with graffiti overnight."
Killian chuckled, looking at Emma, his eyebrows raising, "I think that is my cue to leave." He said as he finished his coffee and grabbed his suit jacket from the chair.
"Mr. Jones," Regina called, her eyes still trained on the painted wall, "If you ever decide to move your work from the walls and into a canvas …call me."
"I'll be sure to do so." Killian replied before he leaned in to kiss Emma on the cheek, "Goodbye. I'll call you later." He whispered before leaving the apartment.
Emma watched him leave, a smile on her face, before her eyes went back to Regina who was still standing in the middle of her studio, her arms crossed in front of her chest and a slightly annoyed look on her face.
"Well?" Emma asked. "What are the reviews about the exhibition?"
"It's a success, but I guess you knew that." Regina smirked, waving her had in the air, "We have collectors interested in buying your new pieces."
Emma's heart sank in her chest at the idea of selling those pieces, "They are not for sale, I can make more for them, but those are not for sale." She said quickly.
Regina rolled her eyes slightly, "I gathered that much from whatever it was that was going on last night between you and the allegedly respectable curator that had just left this apartment wearing a punk shirt." She sighed, walking around Emma's studio, "I told the collectors that, most likely, you'd like to keep those for your own collection but that you'd be willing to create unique pieces for them-"
"You're great, Regina." Emma conceded.
"I know." Regina replied smugly before her eyes set on Emma with a curious look.
"Regina?" Emma asked, "What else?"
Regina sighed, before she gave Emma a serious look, "Emma, your pieces were fantastic and the critics acknowledged that. You had a breakthrough in your style and your art. But so did Killian. What he did can very well revolutionize the curating space. Putting graffiti to complement an art exhibition? It's not just inspiring, it's innovative. It's a leap in the profession. They will be talking about this years from now; they will be teaching about this at classes. It's only a matter of time until the most important museums in the world come knocking at his door." Regina finished, her eyes wandering towards the graffiti on the walls.
Orsay. Emma thought as her eyes followed Regina.
Regina turned around, a know-it-all smirk on her face, "That's why I pushed you to accept working with him. And, as usual, I was not mistaken."
Emma rolled her eyes, "I know. Go ahead, tell me I told you so." She motioned to Regina.
Regina smirked as she headed to the door, "Oh, Miss Swan, you know very well, I will be doing so. But I also expect to raise my commission from 5% to 7% once your art starts selling at a higher price. And trust me, I will get you a higher price."
"I have no doubt you will. Thank you, Regina."
"You're welcome, Emma." Regina said as she opened the door and left.
Emma's phone beeped with a message. She quickly grabbed it, a smile coming to her face when she read Killian's name on her screen.
At the risk of sounding a little too straightforward, I'm already eager to see you again. Do you want to do something tonight?
She quickly typed her reply. I'm not fond of the dash and dine type of thing.
It took him less than a minute to reply. Wonderful, me neither. Pizza and movies on my place? My couch is quite comfortable.
I'll bring the beers.