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Killian shifted ever so slightly, trying to get some feeling back into his right arm and not jostle Emma too much. She'd fallen asleep about an hour into their Marvel marathon and Killian couldn't bring himself to wake her. She'd let slip earlier in the day that she'd not gotten to bed before midnight for a few weeks now so Killian decided to let her sleep. It was as Iron Man 2 had begun that she'd nestled herself up tight against his chest. He'd briefly considered waking her then, not wanting her to wake up flustered, but she'd sighed contentedly and he couldn't bring himself to do so. Instead, he'd wrapped his arm around her and carried on watching the movie.
When she started stirring in his arms, Killian muted the television to turn his full attention to the princess in his arms. It took her a few seconds to come back to herself and when she did, she pulled away from him gently.
"I'm so sorry," she apologised, smothering a yawn behind her hand. "These damned reports have been keeping me away from my bed all month. I'll be happy to see the back of them"
"No need to apologise," Killian assured her, smoothing a few wayward curls back from her face. "I didn't know if you'd want me to leave or not."
"God, I'm a crappy date," she laughed, swinging her legs down off the sofa and onto the floor. "I'm so sorry I fell asleep on you."
"Well, I can't say it's how I imagined the day going, but it definitely wasn't the worst date I've ever had."
"Oh really?" Emma asked, her curiosity piqued. She grabbed Killian's right hand and pulled him to his feet, leading him through to her kitchen. "Tell me about the worst."
"Ha!" Killian snorted loudly as he wondered if he really should tell her.
"My worst was one my grandmother arranged, with a Swedish prince. She thought he would be the perfect match and I went along with it to make her happy. I think I was twenty-three at the time." Emma paused for a moment to start her coffee machine, before turning back round to face Killian. "Anyway, he was awful. The entire night all he did was talk about his plans for when he was King and how he had all these plans for when I was Queen. He didn't believe that a woman was strong enough to lead a country, so he wanted to be the one calling all the shots while I sat on the throne 'looking pretty'. His actual words."
Killian's brows shot up high. He couldn't imagine Emma ever sitting back and letting someone else call the shots for her. She was no trophy wife, that he was certain of.
"Anyway, he kept banging on and on about all these archaic ideas he had, and I just kept drinking all the wine that was around at the time to try and make him less dull. At the end of the date he went in for a kiss goodnight, and I vomited all over his feet."
Killian couldn't stop the loud bark of laughter that left his chest. "Seriously?" he asked, as Emma handed him over a mug of coffee.
"Seriously. Worst date ever. Funniest part thought? My grandmother told him I was sick so he called the next day to arrange a second date. I had Anton tell him I was leaving the country for a few weeks and then changed my number."
Emma took a sip of her own coffee before turning expectant eyes back to Killian. "Your turn."
Killian toed the tiled floor with his foot, a slow blush creeping up his neck. "Okay, my worst date was when I was like eighteen. I'd been seeing this girl for a while and both of us were virgins. We decided that on our six-month anniversary, we'd have sex for the first time. So, the night comes and I'm a little nervous, so I down a couple of shots of my dad's best rum to help kill those nerves. What I didn't know at the time was that rum makes me sleepy."
"Oh no." Emma was already smothering giggles and Killian couldn't help the smile that broke over his face.
God she was beautiful.
"Yeah, so we have this really romantic dinner, make-out on the sofa for a while, and then I take her through to my room. I don't remember getting undressed, but apparently we did. When I woke up she was on the phone to one of her friends and all I heard was, 'have you technically lost your virginity if he fell asleep before any thrusting occurred.'"
Emma was doubled over with laughter. A mental imagine of a teenaged Killian, falling asleep on top of his date, really not helping her at all.
"So, yeah." Killian really didn't have much more to add to that story.
"Then this has actually been quite successful," Emma snorted, still trying to regain control of her body.
Emma took a moment to inhale deeply; the smell coming from the pan in front of her was mouth-watering.
"That smells delicious," Killian murmured from his position at the end of the island. He'd been chopping salad for the fajitas that Emma was making for dinner.
"Thank you. It's almost ready now," she told him, reaching into the cabinet behind her for a bowl and two dinner plates. "Did you want wine with dinner or do you prefer beer?"
"Whatever you're having is good with me," Killian assured her.
They had spent the entire day together doing nothing more than talking, relaxing and arguing over whom was better, Captain America or Iron-Man. Simply put, it had been the perfect day, for both of them.
Emma had never before felt more comfortable around someone she had known for less than a month. It wasn't just her attraction to Killian that was making the day fun; it was everything else about him. He was sweet and caring. He made her laugh in ways that she hadn't laughed in years, and he never pushed for anything more than she was comfortable giving. Over the course of the ten hours they'd spent together, he was rapidly becoming one of her best friends.
Not that Emma really had many of those to begin with.
Of course, her attraction to him had only grown throughout the day too. And as she sat a bottle of her favourite wine onto her counter, she leaned over to place a gentle kiss to the corner of Killian's mouth.
His shy smile was echoed on her own face as she went back to the fajitas.
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