Sparks Fly

At David and Mary Margaret's wedding, Emma is the Maid of Honour and Killian is the best man. The two meet and sparks fly

Emma Swan double checked her appearance in the bedroom mirror of the guest room she was staying at, which was a part of her best friend's house, Mary Margaret Blanchard, who would soon become Mary Margaret Nolan.

It was the night of the rehearsal dinner for Mary Margaret and her soon-to-be husband, David Nolan's wedding, and it also meant for Emma that it would be time to meet all of Mary Margaret's college friends.

Emma double checked that her dress was in place, before slipping her heels on and grabbing her purse and jacket. Emma made her way down the stairs, and froze when she saw that a couple of David's friends were there.

Her first thought was; how are we all going to fit in the car?

"Emma!" Mary Margaret exclaimed, signalling for Emma for come further into the room.

David smiled and gave her a hug. "Nice to see you again, Emma."

"You too." She replied, looking around nervously.

There were two males in the room, and both were good looking.

"Emma, this is Graham Humbert and his boyfriend, August Booth." David introduced. "Graham and I have been mates throughout college."

"Hi." Emma smiled.

"It is so good to meet you!" August said in an excited tone, pulling a shocked Emma in for a hug.

Graham also hugged her as enthusiastically as August. "I second that. You are as beautiful as Mary Margaret described."

"Give the lass some air." Another voice said from the doorway.

Graham and August broke apart from Emma, allowing her to have a full view of the next figure that had just arrived in the room.

He was sinfully attractive and Emma couldn't help but wish he would be straight. His dark raven hair stood out against his tanned skin, and his blue eyes pierced through her.

His muscles were obvious through his light blue button up shirt, which was tucked into dark navy pants, and his brown lace up boots, reminded her of something from a romance movie.

And to top it all off, he had an Irish accent.

A very sexy Irish accent.

"Emma, this is Killian Jones. My best mate since pre-school." David introduced.

Killian stepped forward, took Emma's hand in his and kissed the back of it, causing her to blush.

"Pleasure to meet you." He smiled.

"You too." Emma replied, feeling less nervous. "Hang on, David, if Killian here is your best mate, how come am I only meeting him now? And not the last few times."

Killian chuckled. "I'm in the Navy lass. I've spent the last six months at sea. I'm normally away for six-eight months at a time."

Emma's lips formed the shape of an 'o'. "Wow that is a long time."

"Aye. Well, I am a Captain after all."

It wasn't often that Emma became entranced or impressed by men, but a Captain in the Navy was something.

"So, what role are you in the wedding?" Emma asked out of curiosity.

"Best man." He answered, giving her a wink. "Which means that I have a lovely woman to escort at the wedding."

Emma faked a mock look around. "Why, you can't be talking about me?"

My god, it's easy to flirt with this guy. Emma thought.

"You know, considering that you two are getting on so well…" David began. "Emma can ride in Killian's car."

Emma looked at David and Mary Margaret, and gave them a brief glare, before she felt Killian's right hand resting on her arm.

"Come on, we might as well get there before them." Killian murmured. "That way, we don't have to spend ages waiting for Mary Margaret to inspect the outside of the building."

Emma chuckled as she said goodbye to her friend's, following Killian out to his car.

She stood stunned for a few moments. A black, expensive looking Mercedes was parked there.

"Never been in one before?" Killian asked, opening her car door.

"Uh, no." She replied, getting into the passenger seat. "Thank you."

Killian simply nodded before heading around to his side, and getting in. Emma couldn't control her fingers as she reached out to touch the television screen.

"These cars are so expensive." She whispered.

Killian started the engine, before putting the car in reverse. "I earn a lot as a Naval Captain."

Emma nodded. "I can see that. What are you wearing?"

"Calvin Klein." He chuckled. "My parents were quite wealthy before they passed away."

"I'm sorry."

Killian shrugged. "It was a couple of years ago."

Emma then only remembered that he would be David's age, and that David was three years older than Mary Margaret, meaning that Killian would be twenty-six.

"So you and David the same age then?"

"No. I was kept down a year, because of a family tragedy in Ireland; missed a lot of school because of it."

So Mr. Sexy Irish Man was twenty-seven then, not bad.

Emma then found herself wondering whether he had a girlfriend, or whether he was engaged or even married. She quickly shook the thought out of her mind.

The car went silent for a few moments. Every so often, Killian would glance at Emma out of the corner of his eye. He had known her for twenty-minutes and he was hooked.

She had long, wavy blonde hair and eyes as green as the forest. Killian normally preferred the brunettes, but right now he found himself thinking he preferred the blondes.

"So, a lass like you must have a handsome boyfriend then?" He asked, in a slightly nervous tone.

"Uh, no actually. What about you? You must have a beautiful girlfriend or wife?"

"Haven't dated anyone since high school actually."

Emma glanced at Killian out of the corner of her eye.

Ten minutes later, neither Emma nor Killian knew who had made the first move, but Killian had parked his car off road, behind some bush, and Emma was now sitting on his lap, her legs around his waist, both kissing furiously.

Killian's hands cupped her backside, Emma emitted a soft moan.

"It was nice meeting you, lass." He murmured through a kiss.

"You too." Her hands were pushing up his shirt as she said this.

Killian's hands began to pull her shirt up over head, leaving her in a lacy bra. He let out a moan of appreciation, as she rid him of his shirt, her fingers instantly going to work on his pants, his fingers doing the same.

Just as he pulled her pants down, exposing her thong, Emma's phone began to ring loudly.

She jumped and muttered a curse.

"Fuck."

"Almost." Killian answered, placing a sweaty kiss on her forehead as she answered.

"Mary Margaret…" Emma sounded breathless. "Uh, he took a wrong turn and we had to stop for gas. Uh soon. Bye."

Killian raised an eye-brow as she hitched her jeans back up.

"She knows what we're doing." Emma whispered, moving off his lap, grabbing her shirt and covering herself.

Killian followed her movements. "You're a good kisser."

"You're not so bad yourself."

Killian pulled back onto the main road, driving towards the destination.

"You could always stay over tonight." He hinted, with a raised eye-brow.

"Hmm not tonight."

Killian hid his disappointment.

The rehearsal dinner went by smoothly.

The waiters had gotten everything right, and Emma felt as though things were right. She found herself seated next to Killian, who had been quiet since their little rendezvous in the car.

"Emma, are you coming?" Mary Margaret asked.

Emma nodded. "I'll be there in a second."

Mary Margaret smiled and followed David out to their station wagon. Emma waited until they were in the car before she turned to face Killian.

"Is something the matter?"

Killian shrugged. "Nah, I just haven't been rejected by a woman in a while."

Emma sighed. "Oh. It's just, Mary Margaret and David would be highly suspicious."

"I know, darling. Hey, I'll see you tomorrow right. You'll be wearing blue?"

Emma nodded. "Yes. See you tomorrow Jones."

The way he said darling made her want to melt.

The next day, Mary Margaret looked beautiful. Her wedding dress was very Snow White.

Lace flowers covered the white material, and it was a typical princess dress. Her hair was tied up in a soft princess do, and she really looked like something out of a fairy-tale.

Emma along with the three other bridesmaids; Ruby Lucas, Belle Gold and Regina Hood, were in aquamarine coloured empire-cut gowns.

Mary Margaret wasn't being biased because Emma was her best friend; she really did genuinely beautiful.

And when Emma walked down the aisle for Mary Margaret, she felt self-conscious knowing that Killian's eyes were on her.

It didn't matter that she had known him only twenty-four hours. The moment she had met Killian Jones, they had had an instant connection, and she knew that she liked him.

Their eyes met as she stood up on the podium, and his eyes remained on her, completely oblivious to the fact that Mary Margaret was now making her entrance.

Throughout the entire ceremony, Emma and Killian kept stealing glances at one another.

And when Mary Margaret said I do Emma sniffed, and Killian was the one to hand her a handkerchief.

The last thing Emma would have thought she would be doing that evening would be waltzing in someone's arms.

Graham was currently twirling her around as though she was nothing.

Killian had disappeared after the ceremony and had just come back now, and was watching Emma and Graham from a distance, smiling.

The next song came on, Angels by Robbie Williams.

Graham bid Emma farewell as he made his way over to August. Emma smiled at the two as she slowly headed off the dance floor, but she didn't get far, as Killian's hand grabbed hers.

"What do you say, Swan? Give a naval captain his last dance for another six months."

Emma smiled as she followed him onto the dance floor.

"You look lovely." He smiled.

"You look pretty dashing as well." She teased, as they swayed to the gentle of the music.

Around them, people pretended not to be watching, as the Maid of Honour and the Best Man danced together, making their own music.

"I would like to keep in contact with you, Swan." He said, as he dipped her.

"Me too." Emma asked. "How long are you at sea for again?"

"Six months."

Emma gulped and unintentionally clutched his hand tighter. "That's a long time."

"Aye, but I can phone you every night."

"Friend's don't phone friends each night." She smiled, as he spun her under his arm.

Killian took a deep breath. "Well, I thought we had moved past the stage of friendship yesterday. What do you say, darling? Care to court this dashing sailor."

"How do you say it?" She smiled as he raised an eye-brow. "Aye."

Unknown to them at that moment in time, six months from now, Killian would give up his job as a Naval Captain and this time in two years, they would be dancing at their own wedding.