Going back to her usual routine was difficult and a bit depressing. Emma had enjoyed spending all of her time with Killian back in Boston and she wished they had a few more days to spend their time together in his new place. But, reality caught up with them real quick and both had so many things they needed to do. The day they came back, it took them at least an hour to unload his possessions into his new apartment. Once they had finished, she spent too much time lingering in his arms, not wanting to head over at her parents to give her father his truck back. She had finally left the warmth of his arms and let him unpack his things.

Emma managed to give her father's truck back and avoiding the questioning that she knew her parents, more specifically her mom, had for her. They didn't know the extent of her relationship with Killian, although they must have had a strong suspicion of it's nature; but she didn't feel quite ready to give them the details. She knew she needed to do it soon, but not now. Sleeping that night proved to be quite hard, she had grown accustomed to sleeping with Killian next to her, and she missed him terribly. It seemed that he did too since her phone had rang not long after she had gone to bed.

They spent most of the following week calling each other before going to sleep, talking about their respective days. Both of them had been so busy that they didn't even have time to see each other, other than the occasional lunch date at Granny's. Emma was trying to catch up with work, taking a few more shifts on her already busy schedule so her father could unwind and spend some time with her mother. Killian had been busy putting the final touches to his place, buying the furniture that he was missing and when he wasn't doing that, he was job hunting.

Her day was unfolding like all the previous ones, busy, and without Killian. It was nearing her lunchtime and she still hadn't heard from him. Her fingers were itching to grab her phone and call him. Just when she was about to succumb to the temptation, her phone rang and her heart skipped a beat before beating extremely fast when she saw his picture on her screen. Emma tried to not to sound too eager when responding, but failed miserably.

"Hi!"

"Hello love, someone seems to be in a good mood." Her face broke into a huge grin upon hearing his voice.

"I'm just happy that you're calling. I miss you."

"I miss you too, you have no idea how much. Actually, I was wondering if you were free tonight?"

"I'm working until eight."

"Well, if you feel like having a late dinner, you could come to my place tonight."

"Yeah." she breathed out and she cursed herself for being such a gooey mess when it came to Killian. "You're in luck, I can come in late tomorrow."

"Perfect, that gives us plenty of time for...dessert." His voice dropped on the last word to a sultry tone as she instantly felt her cheeks warm up and turn red. Images of him and what they could do beneath the covers aroused her as she then had to press her thighs together to relieve a bit of the tension that was building between her legs.

"I'm looking forward to it." She tried to sound unaffected at his words, but failed in doing so as she spent the rest of her afternoon imagining both in compromising positions, and also excited for the fact that she'd be seeing him for longer than an hour.

Emma had missed Killian terribly over the past week and it wasn't only that she missed being intimate with him. She really missed him. In those two weeks spent together in Boston, she had grown accustomed to seeing him every day, all day. Cuddling, touching, and kissing him whenever she wanted to.

Over the past week, she had the chance to think about them and what the future had in store for them. She still didn't know what she wanted exactly but one thing was sure, she wanted him in her life and she had an inkling that he wanted her in his life as well. What place and role would he play she still didn't know, but she figured that after the three little words that they had shared back in Boston, it would be an important one.

She still couldn't believe that she had managed to open up herself up to Killian; about her past, her insecurities. Yet again, she didn't think she would ever love someone again after being hurt that badly, but Killian proved to her how wrong she was. Emma knew that his feelings and words were true and honest, and the fact that she didn't second guess his words scared her, but in a good way.

When her shift was over, Emma headed over to her loft and prepared an overnight bag before heading towards the shower. She purposefully put on her black laced underwear and bralette, opting for her usual pair of jeans and a sheer black blouse. She was looking at herself in the mirror when it dawned on her how nervous she was.

Emma felt as if she was going on her first date with Killian. Almost as if she had never spent the night with him, which was absurd after spending two weeks with him in Boston, as if they were living together. She was inspecting herself in the mirror and asking herself if those butterflies would ever fade. Eventually everything does but with Killian, everything seemed to contradict all of her previous notions and beliefs about love and relationships. She hoped the butterflies wouldn't go away anytime soon. She had come to realize that she liked the way the anticipation of seeing him made her feel, knowing that he was just as eager to see her as she was to see him. Emma loved the way she felt when she was around him or when thinking about him. She felt adored, wanted, beautiful, sexy but most of all, she felt loved.

Taking in a huge breath, she smoothed the fabric of her blouse as she checked herself one more time before heading towards her room. Emma inspected the contents of her bag one last time, making sure she had everything she needed for the following day. Once her jacket and her boots were on, she was out the door and into her car. The moment she was inside her yellow bug, she shivered and didn't waste time turning on the heat. Emma was starting to feel warm just as she reached his apartment. She kept telling herself that maybe it's time for her to invest in another car for this winter, one that will keep her warm on cold days. At least for now, she knew that Killian will be able to keep her warm.

She climbed the stairs that led to his apartment and didn't waste time knocking on the door. It took Killian only a few seconds to open the door, as if he was waiting right next to it. Emma didn't have time to greet him with a proper hello that Killian greeted her with a searing kiss, pulling her inside and closing the door behind them. His lips were still on hers as he pressed her against the door. Emma couldn't suppress the moan that came from her lips when Killian tilted her head to the side to deepen the kiss at the same time she felt his erection press on her belly. They took a moment to regain their breath as their foreheads pressed together. Emma's hands were on his shoulders, clutching at the fabric of his shirt. Killian nudged his nose with hers as he squeezed her hips which made her giggle.

"Hi," he breathlessly greeted her.

"Hi." The moment the word was out of her lips, Killian leaned forward for another kiss but before she knew it, her hands slid down to his chest and she reluctantly stopped him, his lips hovering over hers.

"Easy there tiger, we have all night."

"I know we do, but I've missed you so bloody much." He confessed as he leaned down for a chaste kiss. It took a lot of self control for her to decide to take things slow tonight, but she knew it would all be worth it.

"I've missed you too," she told him as she looked him in the eyes. She couldn't stop herself from licking her lips and noticed how his eyes grew darker as he looked down at the way her tongue moved. He took a few steps back to give them a bit of space.

"How about giving me the grand tour?" Emma asked as a means to distract themselves.

"As you wish." Killian simply replies, taking her hand in his.

Emma had already seen the apartment when they came from Boston, but it had been empty. Since then, Killian had time to paint the walls which gave the rooms more personality and character. He also had time to unpack all of his belongings and had managed to buy the furniture that was missing. The apartment that she was looking at now had nothing to do with the one she had seen the week prior. It wasn't big, but it had everything that he needed. Emma's eyes kept sweeping around as she took in all the details of his place, and couldn't help the smile that came across her face.

Killian came to stand behind her, snaking his arms around her waist as he rested his chin on her right shoulder. "Do you like it?" he asked her as he pressed a kiss on her neck. Emma hummed at the gesture and leaned even further into his chest.

"I really do. It's very you." The decor was very him, simple but yet sophisticated with just a little hint of a nautical theme without being tacky. She spotted from afar a frame that was on the table next to his couch. She knew Killian didn't have a lot of pictures, so she was instantly intrigued on knowing what was the picture was of.

"Glad you like it. Now, would you like something to drink?"

"A glass of wine would be nice."

He kissed her temple before heading towards the kitchen to pour them their drinks. She took advantage of the fact that she was alone and went further into the living room, headed towards the frame. She let out a tiny gasp when she saw who was standing next to a young, smiling Killian. A tall man with familiar blue eyes with brown curly hair, smiling as broadly as Killian. Emma took the frame in her hands and inspected the picture closely, she was so focused on the two men that she didn't notice that Killian was now standing next to her with their drinks in hand.

"He would have loved you."

With those words she finally tore her gaze from the picture and looked at Killian who had this sad smile. He stepped in closer and deposited the drinks on the coffee table as he then took the frame from her hands and looked at the picture of him and his brother with fondness.

"I forgot I had this picture hidden in my belongings. It was taken a few weeks before he passed away. Since then, I haven't been able to look at any pictures of him or his belongings. I found it as I was unpacking and it seemed wrong to keep this at bay any longer."

Her hand came to caress his back as he put the picture back where it was. Killian took a deep breath and then faced her. Emma noticed that his eyes were a bit glassy, a mixture of happiness and nostalgia in his gaze.

"I'm sure your brother would be proud of you now," she whispered as she made her way into his arms.

"I know. I don't think he would have been very proud of how I dealt with his death, pushing down any emotions or thoughts about it and losing myself in someone just to forget about the pain. I love you Emma. You've made me want to be a better man, not only for you, but for myself." She can feel herself blush at his comment as her breath itched, not knowing how to react to his declaration.

Emma parted her lips, wanting to reply with something, but no words came out as she looked into his eyes. She realized that there were no words to be said in that moment, so she just leaned in and pressed her lips on his, showing him how much she loved him.

The evening went on as they sat at his table for dinner. Killian had taken the time to cook a roast beef with mashed potatoes with a side of vegetables and some gravy. They opened a second bottle of red wine once they finished their meal and headed towards the living room. Killian dimmed the lights as she settled on the couch, leaving the bottle of wine on the coffee table. He joined her moments later as Emma snuggled next to him at they watched the snow fall through the window. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this warm, comfortable and happy with someone. Actually, she had never felt this way with anyone, not even with Neal. She smiled to herself as she let out a sated sigh.

"Is it everything alright?"

"Yeah, why do you ask?" she asked as she shuffled so she could look up to him.

"You just sighed."

"I did, but it was the happy kind."

"Does that mean you're happy then?" he asked teasingly with a smirk.

"I am. In fact, I'm very happy." She moved herself upwards so she could reach his lips and pressed a chaste kiss there.

"That's good to know. I am too."

"Good." she whispered as she straddled his hips and locked her fingers behind his neck.

They kissed each other slowly, taking their time tasting and exploring each other's mouths. She heard Killian moan when her hips started to push down on his, creating a much needed friction. The tips of her fingers caressed the skin of his neck down to his collarbone as she then reached the buttons of his shirt and started unbuttoning them. Emma leaned her head back so she could admire his chest as her fingers moved from his pecs down to his stomach, following the trail of hair. She licked her lips as she moved her gaze up to look at his face, and felt as if the air got knocked out of her lungs when she saw the way he was looking at her. His eyes practically black with lust, his tongue peeking out of his mouth as he licked his lips. She couldn't help herself but follow the movement of his tongue and she suddenly felt as if the air surrounding them was now too hot and heavy for her to breathe.

"Bedroom?" she asked breathlessly.

"We have all night for the bedroom. How about we stay right here?" He curled his hand behind her head, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulled her towards him. He kissed her deeply, tugging her bottom lip in between his teeth before soothing the swollen skin with his tongue.

Killian moved her from his lap and placed her on the couch as he kneeled on the floor, his body between her parted legs. His hands caressed her legs up to her thighs, moving upwards until he reached the buttons of her jeans. Once her pants were off and tossed somewhere in the living room along with her underwear, Killian took his time to press light kisses on her inner thigh. His hands moved to her waist, pulling her body towards the edge of the couch, her core now closer to his mouth. Emma's head fell backwards, making a dull noise when it hit the back of the couch when he pressed his tongue on her bundle of nerves. A loud sigh escaped her lips when two of his fingers nudged her entrance, teasing her as he kept swirling his tongue on her clit.

"What do you want, Emma? My fingers, my tongue, or my cock inside you?" He was barely touching her now, his breath hot on her sex and she felt as if she was about to burst, she just needed something to relieve the pressure that he had built between her legs.

"I… I just want you to fuck me, I don't care how, I just want you inside me." she whimpered as she undulated her hips, begging for his touch.

He gave her a sly grin as he kept his eyes locked with hers as he stood up. He held out his hand to help her stand up, kissing her the moment her lips were within reach. They kissed as they took off the rest of their clothes. Once they were both naked, Killian turned her around so her back was to his chest. Emma could feel his erection brushing her cheeks as he moved his lips to her ear and sucked her lobe.

"Your knees on the couch." He demanded and she obeyed him without a second thought. Her hands went to grip the back of the couch as to keep herself from falling over while she heard the familiar sound of a package being torn. She felt Killian line his cock to her entrance as he thrusted slowly, giving her time to adjust herself to him. She moaned once he was fully buried inside her, making her feel full. Killian moved one hand to her breast while the other moved down her stomach until he reached her bundle of nerves. It started out lazy as he massaged her erogenous zone while he pushed inside her at a slow pace. It didn't take long for her to beg him to go faster and harder, to which Killian complied, making them reach their climax quite quickly.

Emma slumped down on the couch, Killian following her. His head was laying on her chest as she caressed his hair as they both tried to regain their breath. Killian was the first to break the comfortable silence in which they were sitting.

"I missed this."

"It's only been a week." He moved his head up, his chin now resting on her chest.

"I know, but I got used to having you whenever I wanted for two weeks. Quickly got used to it." She couldn't stop herself from chuckling at his comment.

"I missed it too. Also missed waking up next to you." Killian hummed at that as he answered that he did too. They ended moving from the couch towards his bed where they ended up christening his bedroom.

The next morning, she woke up with a smile when she felt Killian's arm tug her closer to his warm chest. She rolled over to her other side so she could look at him. He was barely awake as he smiled at her and greeted her good morning. They spent the next half hour in bed as they made sure they were more than awake.

It took them quite some time to reach the kitchen, as they took their time in the shower and then got distracted as they dressed themselves. When they finally managed to reach the kitchen, it was almost noon and their stomachs were growling. Emma set the table and made some hot cocoa while Killian made them pancakes. They ate as they made plans for the week, trying to fit a lunch date in between her busy work schedule. Killian also offered to come spend the night at her place every once and a while and she was happy he offered. She didn't want to spend a week without waking up next to him.

"Oh, what are you doing on Thursday?" she asked once they finished eating.

"So far, I'll be seeing my girlfriend. What do you have in mind?"

Emma smiled at the fact that Killian referred to her as his girlfriend. It wasn't the first time he did, and she also called him her boyfriend. No matter how much they both said it, the label made her feel giddy.

"Well, I don't know if you looked at your calendar lately, but on Thursday it's Thanksgiving."

Emma suddenly felt nervous to ask him what she wanted to ask, and it was silly. She knew he would say yes, he wasn't Neal. Killian had showed her time and time again that he was nothing like her old boyfriend but sometimes, it was hard for her to get rid of old fears. Killian must have sensed that she was nervous as he took her hand in his. She looked up to him, and she was certain that he already knew what she was going to ask but nonetheless, he gave her an encouraging nod, a sign that told her that it was okay to ask. She took a deep breath as she squeezed his hand.

"Would you like to come over to my parents' house for Thanksgiving dinner?" she held her breath as she waited for his answer.

"It would be my pleasure." Emma let out a sigh of relief as she smiled at him.

"Do you think you father remembers that he arrested me on my first night here in Storybrooke?"

She chuckled at his question as she patted him on the back.

"Oh yes he does." Killian groaned as he dropped his head on the table. Emma kept laughing, knowing that her father wouldn't hold it against Killian since she had explained to him what had happened that night, but he didn't know that. She got up and leaned down to kiss his head before taking the dirty dishes to the sink.

Everything was going to be just fine.

Hi everyone! Hope you liked the update, reviews are always appreciate, they make me smile like crazy!

I've been thinking, and I'm estimating 2 chapters left and maybe an epilogue, not sure yet. My plan is to finish the story before the New Year, because then it'll be two years since I posted the first chapter. I'm going to try my hardest to write the chapters that are left in a relatively short amount of time but I can't promise anything since my new job is taking a lot, a lot of my time.

Thanks for reading and hang on tight, OUAT is back in two weeks!

caro xxx