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asked: "Was that kiss perhaps true love's kiss? Seems like it could be..."
Unfortunately no. We're not quite there yet, but Emma is learning that it's okay to love Killian, while Killian is starting to believe that he very well could be TL with Emma.
Nouqueret asked: "So the part of thev curse is ilusión, right? So then when its broken will his hook show up or only his hump?"
...my lips are sealed...
OswinInOz asked: "So I have a few questions! In later chapters when you go into the different seasons, do you think you'll be writing in Robin and Regina as a couple? I love that ship a lot."
Oh, I plan Outlaw Queen. I love them so much and we haven't even seen them together. I'm so excited to see them in 3b.
Also can't wait for Captain Hood bromance and Jealous!Charming. Lol.
"How's Henry going to del when he finds out who Killian really is? Will he give up on his hero, or look past his other, dark self?"
Henry is someone who has always believed that people can be good if they want to. He always stuck up for Regina after the curse broke, so I have no doubts that Henry in my story will definitely stick up for Killian despite his real identity.
"This is like my biggest question; is Marco/Gepetto going to be distant with Killian when he finds out who he really is? Will he not think of him as his son anymore when he finds his real boy, August?"
That's something that I'm still working out in my head. We'll just have to see.
"Final question (I promise); Will Mary Margaret and Charming really want their daughter being involved with a pirate? And Captain Hook at that?"
Mary Margaret might be more hesitant than Charming. Remember, Killian and Charming are best friends, so Charming will be more likely to see Killian for who he is now, like Henry, than who he was. Mary Margaret just wants her daughter to be happy, but she also has lost 28 years with Emma, so she'll be feeling protective of her daughter.
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We won't survive Sunday.
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Chapter 23: Tensions Rise
Taking a deep breath, David spoke. "Can we talk?"
"Oh, about what?" Mary Margaret asked, stepping aside to let him in.
David entered, hesitant about how to approach the subject. What if she didn't believe him? He was terrified of losing her; if she didn't believe him, would she still want a relationship? Would she suggest that he go se Archie?
"David, what's wrong?" Mary Margaret saw how tense he was, and she could feel that he was torn over something. All she wanted to do was to take his face in her hands and smooth out his worried brow.
"I need to tell you something." David sighed. "Something important, but I don't know how you'll react."
Mary Margaret pulled him over to the breakfast bar, pushing him to sit on one of the stools, before sitting across from him. Holding his hand, she gave it a gentle squeeze and gave him an encouraging smile. "Whatever it is, Charming, we can deal with it. Together."
David sighed again, biting his bottom lip. "That's just it. I am Charming." This was it. "I am Prince Charming. Henry's curse, it's real."
She canted her head to the side, brow scrunching up in confusion.
But David continued, needing to get this all out, hoping that she'd believe him. "We are from the Enchanted Forest, where I lived as a shepherd until I learned about my twin brother, and I had to become a prince. That's how we met." He spoke, a wistful smile on his face. "You robbed me, and I chased you down and you hot me on the face with a rock." Running a finger over the scar on his chin, he smiled wider, remembering the moment when he first laid eyes on Snow. "I didn't know then that it was love at first sight. Not until after the Trolls. When you put on my mother's ring," he ran a thumb along the peridot ring on Mary Margaret's finger, drawing her eyes down to it, "that's when I knew that you were the one."
"David." She interrupted, feeling uncertain. Her dreams were coming to the forefront of her mind, making her feel as though she should believe his words, but she couldn't. It was impossible, wasn't it? "All of that, it's in Henry's storybook. None of that was real."
His heart sunk at her words. She didn't believe him. No, no, she has to believe. He thought, How do I make her believe? Anything that he could say would be in the storybook. Wait, not everything. Not the little things. "Oh no? So it wasn't real that you had nightmares after you were under the sleeping curse? That every night when you dreamed of the room of fire, you woke up crying out. That I'd light a candle for you, telling you that it would capture the nightmares, then I would watch over you until you fell asleep." He held her hand tighter. "How about when we got married? Not at the castle, but before that, when my mother was dying and we were married by Lancelot, so that my mother could see me married to my True Love. And what about how you got your name? Snow White. Your mother Eva named you that because you were born during the roughest winter your kingdom had ever seen."
Mary Margaret let him talk, because his words were working. Her dreams, no, her memories were making themselves known. She remembered Lake Nostos and King George and her mother and Johanna and Lancelot and the dwarves. And more were trying to break through but she wasn't there yet.
"Charming."
David's mouth shut at her tone. It was Snow's "please be quiet and listen to me" to me tone.
"David, remember when we first said "I love you"?" She asked. "When we were putting up posters for Killian?"
He nodded, wondering where she was going with this.
"Ever since that day," Mary Margaret continued, "I've...I've been having these dreams. I told Henry about them, and he said that you would know what they mean. David, these are memories, aren't they?"
David swallowed. She'd been having dreams? Like Graham and Killian? Did that mean...would it work? Would it bring her memories back?
Taking a deep breath, David figured that it was worth a shot. "There's one way to find out." And he kissed her.
Emma was snuggled into Killian's side as they walked into her apartment building.
After she had kissed him, that lead to a seriously heated make out session. It nearly went too far, but being outside and Killian being the gentleman that he was, prevented them from acting out on the ridiculously high sexual tension between them.
So after that happened, they had a few laughs, packed everything up, and then decided to bring the date to an end.
They reached the loft, both stopping in the hallway, looking at each other with satisfied grins on their faces.
"I really enjoyed tonight." Emma said, voice soft. Her eyes sparkled with happiness, and it made Killian's heart danced in his chest.
"As did I." He whispered, hand coming up to tuck strands of her hair behind her ear, before coming to rest on her cheek.
She leaned into his touch, her body relaxing completely. Why'd the bastard have to affect her so much and so easily?
He smirk, as if hearing her thoughts, before leaning in to kiss her.
Emma's eyes fluttered closed, her arms instinctively went around his neck, hands running through his hair to pull him closer while his hand dropped from her cheek to her waist.
Killian pressed into her, feeling a desperate need to be closer to her. His tongue darted out to tease her lips, causing her to gasp in pleasure. Smirking, he deepened the kiss.
Their tongues battled for dominance, neither willing to let up, both reveling in the challenge that the other presented. Her teeth nipped at his lips, eliciting a low, husky groan from him. A thrill ran down her spine as heat pooled in her stomach. Feeling bold and a bit playful, Emma used what strength she had to push him up against the wall across the hall from the door.
He gasped in surprise, but let her take control, feeling intensely aroused by her need for dominance in these situations.
Emma ran her hands along his neck, drifting lower to his chest. She stroked his chest, pressing her hips to his. A moan escaped her when he ground against her in response.
A throat cleared loudly, breaking through their haze. Simultaneously, they froze.
Emma slowly pulled away, keeping her hands on his chest as she looked over her shoulder.
Mary Margaret and David were standing in the open doorway to the loft, both of them looking at the flushed couple with a mixture of sternness and amusement.
It gave Emma the strangest sensation that she had just been caught making out with her boyfriend by her parents. Licking her lips, Emma stepped away, ducking her head as an embarrassed blush made her even redder.
Killian too was embarrassed, mostly because he knew that they had just been caught by her parents, but he couldn't help but feel amused as well.
"Well, I was just heading home." David said. He kissed Mary Margaret goodbye before walking down the stairs, glancing back to give Killian his best "you're coming with me whether you like it or not" look.
Clearing his throat, Killian turned to Emma. "I suppose that is my cue to leave."
Emma only nodded, a small smile on her lips.
Killian kissed her chastely, leaning in to whisper against her ear. "Another time then, Swan." His promise sent a pleasant shiver down her spine. He winked, actually fucking winked, at her before nodding a goodbye to Mary Margaret.
"So, I take it the date went well?" Mary Margaret asked.
"Um, yeah, it...it was great." Emma said, her embarrassment waning. "Why was David here?" She asked as they both went back inside the loft, wanting to change the subject.
Mary Margaret stiffened, but quickly recovered, thankful that Emma didn't notice, her focus on hanging her up her jacket. "Oh, he just wanted to stop by to say hi. He was a bit lonely, considering that you, me, and Killian are pretty much his entire social circle."
Emma could empathize with that. Out of the four of them, Killian and Mary Margaret were the social butterflies. Killian had all of his buddies from The Rabbit Hole, and Mary Margaret had Ruby and Ashley. David and Emma, however, were more comfortable with a few close friends.
"Okay then." Emma said. "Henry asleep?"
"As far as I know." Mary Margaret told her, going over to the sink to wash the mugs of hot cocoa that she and David had finished off before they heard Emma and Killian in the hallway.
"I'm surprised." Emma walked over to join her. "I figured he'd stay up to grill me about the date."
Mary Margaret glanced at her, but avoided meeting her eyes. "Mmhm."
Emma tilted her head to the side. Something seemed different about Mary Margaret. "You okay?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
Emma narrowed her eyes. "What exactly did you and David talk about?"
"N-nothing important." Mary Margaret said.
Unfortunately, Emma's lie detector went off. Pursing her lips, Emma briefly debated about pushing the subject or letting it go. She settled on letting it go...for now. But she would get answers, and catching Mary Margaret off guard would make that easier.
"All right." Emma nodded. "I'm gonna head up and go to bed."
"Okay." Mary Margaret smiled at her, something...lovingly maternal in her expression that made Emma feel nostalgic and confused all at once. "Goodnight Emma."
"Goodnight."
"I told you, mate, Emma wouldn't let that happen on the first date." Killian said as he and David were getting ready for bed. Killian pulled back his covers and climbed into bed just as David exited the bathroom.
"That little display you two had earlier said differently." David argued, sitting on the edge of the sofa-bed. "And in the future, could you please try to restrain yourself from devouring my daughter's face in public places?"
"We weren't in a public place."
"The hallway of an apartment building, where anyone could walk in and see you two, counts as a public place." David said.
Killian rolled his eyes. "Sorry that my showing my love for your daughter is such an abhorring sight."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means that I'm sorry you catching us put you in such a piss poor mood." Killian grumbled.
David paused. It wasn't necessarily that. Yes, catching his daughter making out with his best friend was on his list of top ten things he never wanted to see/never wanted to see again, but Emma and Killian were adults and David had no say in what they did or didn't do with their lives. No, he was still upset over the Pinocchio issue. Then there was Mary Margaret...he wondered if he should tell Killian about that.
Sighing, David figured it was too late to really get into it. "It wasn't that." David said. "Yeah, seeing my daughter practically climb you isn't a pleasant sight, but it was other things that went down today."
"Like what?"
"I'll tell you in the morning." David said, pulling his covers over him. "It's late, I'm physically and emotionally exhausted, and I want to sleep."
Killian was silent for a moment. "What if I want to know now?"
"Sleep Killian." David spoke in a tone laced with exhaustion. His eyes were already closed.
"What if not knowing keeps me up and I can't sleep?"
God, why did he always have to sound like a child? David silently grumbled to himself. "Killian, bud, I love you, but please go the fuck to sleep."
Killian froze, before an amuse smirk appeared on his face. "Ah, finally admitted your undeniable attraction for me to yourself, Dave? I was wondering when you would finally realize..." Killian was cut off by a pillow to his face.
"Fuck to sleep, Kil." David mumbled, already half asleep.
Tossing the pillow back to it's owner, Killian laid down and closed his eyes. "Love you too, brother."
While David went off to dreamland with dreams of Snow and life back in the Enchanted Forest, Killian fell asleep to a sight of the proud blue eyes of his brother's and thoughts of how much David reminded him of Liam, thinking that David being in his life just might be fate's way of making it up to him for taking Liam away.
"You want me to work for you?" The younger woman asked. She sat in a chair across from Regina, who sat at her desk. They were in her office at the town hall.
Regina gave her a patient smile. "Of course. I need a secretary, and you are perfect for the job."
Belle tilted her head, disbelievingly. "I have amnesia, and I was in a psychiatric ward just yesterday. How am I perfect for the job?"
"I told you, Belle." Regina said. "I knew you before you disappeared. You used to work her for me, and we became friends. I've been looking for you for years."
"And what? Giving me my old job will help me get my memories back?" Belle asked. She still didn't believe any of this. Regina did indeed seem familiar, but Belle had a gut feeling that she shouldn't trust Regina.
"That's what the doctors say." Regina told her. "Belle, please, just let me help you."
Belle didn't know about trusting Regina, but what else could she do? She was an amnesiac and she didn't know anyone else in this town or what all she could do. If Regina was willing to give her a job, to help her live her life, who was Belle to say no? Plus, staying close to Regina just might help Belle figure out what exactly was going on.
"All right." Belle nodded. "I'll take the job."
Regina smiled. "Good. Now, would you like to see your old apartment?"
All the while, Regina thought that this was just perfect. Keep Belle close and in the dark, let her loose around the town, and see what Rumplestiltskin would do.
Killian leaned against Emma's desk, processing the new information that David had divulged. He fiddled with the empty coffee cup Emma had brought in, the one he bought her deciding that after everything that had happened these past few months they needed something normal, and leaving her coffee and notes again felt like something that she deserved.
August was Pinocchio, and Blue and Geppetto, Pop, lied to the Charmings. They were the reason that Emma grew up alone; that she lived a life full of loneliness, trying to survive all on her own, never experiencing the love of a mother or a father. A life where she was abused (Killian had seen a few scars here and there, the cigarette burn too prominent not to notice after all this time) and felt that she was worthless, building walls around her heart because no one cared and no one protected her.
A job that Pinocchio was supposed to have done. Killian was angry and hurt; he wanted to punch something, no he wanted to punch August, he wanted to punish August. Emma went through so much, more than any one should ever have had to go through. And August was partially to blame for that, and Killian wanted him to pay.
Then there was Marco. His father. Well, not really, apparently, but Marco was his father, cursed or otherwise. Killian knew that Marco would protect his loved ones, but Marco was also loyal. From the sound of it, Geppetto was both as well. Unfortunately, he wasn't loyal enough. Killian could understand wanting to protect a child. He himself would do everything he could to protect Henry if the lad was in danger, but to entrust a seven year old child to care for and protect an infant? That was asking the impossible, and Geppetto should've known better.
And Archie...Killian never would've suspected that the kind, slightly fumbling therapist was actually a cricket, let alone the cricket. He was supposed to represent the human conscience and yet he lied, because of what? How did Geppetto convince Jiminy to go against his very core being.
Then the Blue Fairy, from what David told him, sounded like she was the epitome of good.
Three people that were so trusted by their rulers to ensure the safety of their only daughter, and they lied so that a little boy could escape the curse.
Again, understandable, but not right. Not when David or Mary Margaret could've gone with Emma. Not when she could've grown up loved and safe and happy.
"What're you guys going to do about it?" Jefferson asked, face pressed against the bars.
"Well, I punched August and warned him to stay away from my family." David said.
"Warned or threatened?" Jefferson smirked.
"Not much of a difference as far as I'm concerned." David shrugged. He turned to Killian. "I was going to tell Mary Margaret last night, but then we caught you and Emma..."
"Wait, stop." Killian cocked his head. "Why would you tell Mary Margaret?"
David smiled. "I may have tried True Love's Kiss."
"And it worked?" Killian quirked a brow.
"Yes." David said, a happy and proud look in his eyes.
"So, Mary Margaret remembers that she's Emma's mother?" Jefferson asked. "The mother who knows that she has missed out on twenty-eight years with her daughter? The daughter who is now her roommate and won't at all believe that she has a mother her age?"
"Yes, yes, and yes." David said, somewhat annoyed.
"And she is currently having lunch with said daughter." Jefferson continued. "And you guys think that Emma won't at all notice it when her roommate and best friend starts acting like an overbearing mother trying to catch up on missed time?"
Killian and David shared a look.
Jefferson had a point.
Emma was going to notice a change in Mary Margaret. And worse than that, Snow was horrible at keeping secrets.
"What is it?" Emma asked. She and Mary Margaret were having lunch at Granny's, something they usually did on Saturday's, now more than ever with Henry living with them.
But Mary Margaret was acting strange. There was something very different about her, about the way she looked at Emma, Henry, and people in general really, but Emma couldn't figure it out and it was starting to annoy her. So the moment Henry got up to go to the restroom, Emma began her line of questioning.
"What's what?" Mary Margaret asked, confused.
"Something is different about you." Emma said. "I don't know what could've happened between when I left for my date to when I came back, but something is going on with you."
"Nothing's wrong." Mary Margaret smiled.
Emma's lie detector went off again. First, Mary Margaret was lying about why David was over last night, and now this. She couldn't think of any reason for Mary Margaret to lie to her. Unless there was something going on between her and David.
"Are you and David okay?"
Mary Margaret's face brightened. "We're really great actually."
"Okay, then what's going on?"
"Emma, I swear, nothing is going on." Mary Margaret said.
Another lie.
Emma wanted to call her out about her lying, but Mary Margaret seemed more guarded now.
That's when Henry chose to return. As he began chatting away, Emma mulled over what Mary Margaret could be hiding.
Meanwhile Mary Margaret couldn't stand lying to her daughter. Oh god, her daughter, her baby girl was sitting right in front of her. All grown up with a child of her own. Mary Margaret couldn't stop staring at Emma. Emma who had her green eyes, the exact same shade and shape, and her chin with the same dip in it, and her cheekbones. But she had Charming's hair color, and and his nose, and his mouth, though Emma's rare smiles reminded Snow of both of them. When Emma was really happy, like Charming, she smiled showing either her top row of teeth or both rows. But when her smiles were more reserved, just lips, then they were like Snow's.
Emma was a perfect mixture of Snow and Charming physically. In personality though, Snow knew that there was a lot of Charming in Emma. His tact, mostly. And his protectiveness. Emma didn't have Charming's optimism, and that reminded Snow of herself. Before, and even after, Charming, Snow had never been much of an optimist or a believer. No, like Emma, Snow tended to look at the negative side of things, like the curse for example. Though life made Snow like that after losing her parents, running from and then fighting Regina, so she couldn't help but wonder if Emma had been born with her father's optimism and ability to have faith and believe until life came crashing down around her and made Emma this hard around the edges, tough as nails, skeptic.
That thought broke Snow's heart. She gleaned a few things about Emma's past from Emma over these past months, but there was still so much that she didn't know about her own daughter. And she had the feeling that Charming was in the same boat.
Snow watched her daughter smile at Henry, her grandson, and she wanted more than anything for the curse to get broken soon. She wanted her daughter back. She wanted her family whole again.
Was that really too much to ask for?
Henry called an Operation Seagull meeting the Sunday before Valentine's day, which would be in a couple of days.
He wanted to know Killian's game plan with his mom. Knocking on Killian's door, Henry wondered if he should think of any suggestions to help out if Killian didn't know, but then again after Christmas and then hearing about their first few dates it seemed that Killian never really needed much help on the art of romancing.
Killian opened the door, smiling down at Henry. "Good afternoon, young sir."
"Hey Killian." Henry greeted, before entering the house. He stopped when he saw Mary Margaret sitting on the couch with David. "Um, Mary Margaret, what are you doing here?"
"She's a part of this now." David said.
"Dave here gave her True Love's Kiss." Killian answered Henry's unspoken question.
Henry's eyes widened. "And it worked?"
"You mean do I remember that I am Snow White, Emma is my daughter, Charming's my husband, and we were all cursed by my evil step-mother, then yes, I do." Mary Margaret told him.
"That's awesome." Henry smiled.
Mary Margaret smiled. "Good, now, what's Operation Seagull?"
Henry glanced between Killian and David. "You guys didn't tell her?"
"They're your Operations, lad." Killian shrugged. "We figured you'd want to fill her in."
Plopping down on the couch next to his grandparents, while Killian sat on an arm of the couch, Henry explained the purpose of Operation Cobra and Emma's involvement too, and then he explained how Operation Seagull came about and why Emma wasn't a part of it, considering the whole point of it was for Killian to get Emma to fall in love with him.
"And that's why I called the Operation Seagull meeting today." Henry finished, before turning to Killian. "Valentine's Day is Tuesday, so I was wondering what you had planned for my mom?"
Killian smirked. "I have something in mind."
"Come on Killian, you never tell us anything." Henry whined, "Just share this once..."
While Henry tried to pry information from Killian, Mary Margaret sat quietly, thinking over what Henry had said. Henry thought that Killian was Emma's True Love. While Mary Margaret knew that Emma and Killian had very strong feelings for each other, okay, yeah Killian loved Emma, but True Love? Could it really be that that was what Emma and Killian had? Mary Margaret would've said yes to that whole heartedly, being a romantic and all, and though Snow was too, she was more hesitant to accept that. Maybe it was because she hadn't had her daughter for nearly thirty years, despite being unaware of it, but she was feeling overprotective and she didn't want to lose Emma. Yes, Emma was a grown woman, but she was still Snow's daughter, and Snow didn't want to lose her to someone else before the curse was even broken. She wanted all of the time that she could have with her daughter.
And what if Killian wasn't Emma's True Love? What if Henry just hoped that he was because Henry idolized Killian? It was clear to anyone who watched them that Killian and Henry were close, and that Henry saw Killian as a father figure. It was like that even before Emma came along, only strengthening since her arrival in Storybrooke. But what if Henry was forcing this? What if they weren't True Love, and the curse never broke?
However, what worried Snow more than anything was who Killian was. She knew who he was cursed, a sheriff, a good man, a fighter; he was cocky, flirtatious, sarcastic, and witty, and he was sweet, kind, selfless, warm, and protective. But who was he before the curse? What was he like? Would he be different once the curse broke? Would Emma fall in love with him, only to have her heart broken because Killian Jones was no longer Killian Jones?
"Killian, stop teasing him." David chided, with good humor. "Just tell him a little something."
"All right, all right." Killian laughed. "Here's my plan..."
As Killian explained what he was going to do, Mary Margaret felt guilty for having doubts about him and Emma, but she had a feeling that her concern wasn't unwarranted. She glanced at David, grinning widely at Killian and Henry's interaction.
David and Killian had become close, and Snow knew that Killian was the first best friend that Charming had ever had, other than her of course, but Killian was someone that Charming could talk to about things that he couldn't talk to Snow about and someone that Charming could just hang out with and bond with. Charming could never do that with the dwarves or Red, even though he considered them close friends, they were all Snow's friends first. Charming kind of, just got them through his relationship with Snow. But Killian was different.
Snow was concerned that David might lose him after the curse just like Emma might. Still, she couldn't help but wonder if David may know who Killian's Enchanted Forest identity was. He'd never let on that he knew anything, but she wasn't sure if that meant that he didn't know anything or that he hadn't gotten around to telling her yet. Her eyes moved back to Killian, as though observing him might give her answers even though she knew that she had never come across Killian in the Enchanted Forest. Perhaps she should ask David about Killian at a later time, when they were alone and didn't have to worry about being interrupted, because Snow was going to get her answers.
"Great, that's perfect!" Henry exclaimed, once Killian was done telling him his plan for the date. "She'll love it."
"Glad you approve, lad." Killian smiled. He looked over at them. "What about you, Dave? Got all of your date sorted out." His tone was full of teasing competitiveness.
"As a matter of fact, I have." David replied, smugly.
Killian chuckled.
Mary Margaret figured that it was tome for a change of subject. "So, how are we going to get Emma to believe in the curse?"
Moe French unloaded flowers out of his delivery van. It was that time of year again: Valentine's Day. Tomorrow was a day full of love and romance, so the florist had to prepare. Which meant tons of orders of red roses.
Mr. Gold approached with a cruel smirk. "Well, this is just perfect. I've been looking for you, Mr. French."
The florist looked up at the pawnbroker nervously. "I'll have your money next week."
Clucking his tongue, Gold spoke. "The terms of the loan were fairly specific." He turned to the man he brought with him to commandeer the van. "Take the van." He ordered.
The man nodded and swiftly headed over to the driver seat of the van.
"Wait! No!" Moe begged. "Tomorrow's Valentine's Day. It's the biggest day of...I've got a grand in roses in the back!"
The van started up.
"Stop! You've got to let me sell them." Moe begged, running around to the front of the van to block it. "I need to sell them."
Mr. Gold chuckled darkly. "I'm going to leave you two to continue this conversation."
Moe glared angrily at Gold. "Oh, this is no way to do business, Gold. You are the lowest!" He yelled. "People aren't going to put up with this!"
The van started to drive away forcing Moe to step out of the way or get run over.
Gold smirked, amused and pleased by Mr. French's misfortune. As he crossed the street, he found Regina in his path, a perfect brow arched at his little display.
"Mr. Gold." She nodded in greeting. "That was quite a show back there."
"Well, Mr. French is just having a bad day, it happens to the best of us." Gold said.
"I've been meaning to talk to you about something." Regina said. If there was any better time to bring up Belle, though not necessarily the fact that the girl was alive, then it would be now.
"Yeah." Gold shot her a look of contempt. "And the moment you have something I want to discuss, we'll have that little chat."
"No, we're going to do this now." Regina argued, needing to enlist his help. She had to get rid of Emma. "It'll only take a moment."
"As I said, it is probably not worth my time. Good day, Regina." Gold brushed past her.
Regina glared at his retreating form. Oh, she'd get Gold's help. Somehow, she would.
Killian and David were leaving the station Monday night, locking up the station, heading towards The Rabbit Hole for cheap bar food and drinks for dinner, then maybe a few rounds of pool. Emma had left a few hours earlier in order to pick Henry up after school.
"So, you and Emma have been on a few dates now." David commented.
"No worries mate, I'm letting her take the lead." Killian said. "It'll happen when it happens, there's no denying that, but I don't want to push her into anything."
"Good." David nodded. "Glad to hear it."
What Killian failed to mention was that Emma was the one who initiated all of their make out sessions and he was the one to stop them from going too far. It's not that Killian didn't want Emma; gods he did, he wanted nothing more than to have all of her. He just didn't want Emma to feel pressured or do anything that she might regret. There was no room for regrets in this relationship.
David stiffened, coming to a dead stop.
"What?" Killian asked, looking at David's furious expression, before following his line of sight.
August was headed to The Rabbit Hole, just ahead of them.
Anger boiled Killian's blood, igniting in him a great need to walk over to the bastard and give him a good beating. His jaw clenched and his hands curled into fists. He wanted August to pay for abandoning Emma, for leaving a helpless infant defenseless in a cruel world where her innocence never stood a chance.
It was David moving forward that brought Killian out of his anger. Instinctively, Killian knew that David was going to go over and start something, possibly something rather violent, so he grabbed David's arm to stop him.
David glared at him. "Let go."
"No." Killian shook his head. "Look, Dave, I know that you're angry, I am too, but think about what you were about to do. We are officers of the law. What do you think people will think when the deputy starts a street fight with what they would see as an innocent bystander? It wouldn't look good, mate."
"What am I supposed to do then?"
"Ignore him." Killian said. "As hard as that may be, you have to ignore him. He's not worth it, Charming."
It took a moment, but the anger slowly seeped out of the prince. "You're right."
"Good." Killian nodded, releasing his grip on David. "Now, I don't know about you, but I'm starving."
"Yeah, well, I need a drink after that."
Killian chuckled, "I may just turn you into a pirate yet."
David froze. Pirate...Hook?
This time it was Killian turn to stop. His brows scrunched in confusion.
David watched him carefully, watching for any sign that might tell him that Killian was remembering his identity. He knew Killian had been getting a lot of his memories, but so far none that clearly told either of them that he was indeed Captain Hook as Gold and Jefferson had said he was.
However, Killian just shook his head. "Sorry, don't know why I said that."
"Your memories, maybe?"
Killian chewed his bottom lip. Something akin to shame flashed in his eyes, before it disappeared behind his usual mask of good humor. "Perhaps. Come on, Charm, let's go."
"Charm?" David chuckled. "You've been spending too much time with Jefferson."
Killian rolled his eyes as they reached the bar.
Unfortunately, August was at a table near the door and spotted them. He stood and moved towards them.
"Go to the bar, and order." Killian told David, pushing him forward. "Let me deal with him."
Reluctant and a bit disgruntled, David strode towards the bar.
The second August beelined for David, Killian blocked his path.
"What do you want, puppet?" Killian snarled.
August glared. "I need to talk to the prince."
"Sorry, mate, but you're going have to deal with me."
"And what are you going to do, sheriff?" August hissed. "I haven't committed any crimes, have I? Or were you going to assault me? I'm sure this town would be happy to see what kind of man they voted for."
Killian's jaw ticked. Who the bloody hell did this arsehole think he was? "After what you did to Emma and her parents, I think anything that I do to you would be justified."
"Not yet." August smirked. "With the curse still intact, no one will understand your...vigilante justice."
"Listen carefully, Pinocchio, stay away from the Charmings." Killian growled. "That goes for all four of them. If I find out you've talked to any of them, or even been near them, then you'll wish that you'd been cursed with the rest of us."
"Ooh, I'm shaking in my boots." August mocked.
And I'm Captain Hook. Was what Killian wanted to say, but he bit back the words, feeling that that would only give August something to use against him.
"You should be." Not giving August a chance to respond or rile him up even further, he stalked over to the bar. Sitting next to David, their food and drinks already served, Killian grabbed his tumbler of rum and took a hefty gulp.
"That bad, huh?" David asked.
"Bloody fucking tosser." Killian grumbled.
David chuckled in his glass of whiskey. "That about sums it up."
Rumplestiltskin walked out of Granny's after finishing his breakfast, and headed towards his pawnshop. It was a was a lovely morning, which only added to the sappiness in the air on this Valentine's Day.
Belle would've loved this holiday, romantic that she was.
As with all thoughts of Belle, his heart squeezed painfully in his chest. He missed her terribly on a normal day. But on holidays...knowing that she would be so enthusiastic about them, throwing herself into the cheer of it all. If she were alive today, they'd spend the day together, probably, and then have a romantic dinner, perhaps with a little music and dancing.
Rumple bit the inside of his cheek as tears threatened to spring up in his eyes.
Shaking himself, he reached his shop. Just as he was about to enter, his eyes caught sight of familiar, dark brown curls in the reflection of the window. His heart stopped beating for a moment, hope filling him. Quickly, he turned around, only to see nothing. No brown curls, no women at all in fact. Just an empty sidewalk.
Gritting his teeth, he growled lowly, bitterness replacing that spark of hope.
Belle was dead. She was never coming back.
He should've never dared to believe otherwise. Jerking the door to his shop open, he limped inside as he tried to control his urge to break something.
Belle was gone. There was nothing that he could do to change that.
Killian and Emma left David to man the station when they got the call that someone broke in a house. Mr. Gold's house specifically.
"Serves him right." Killian muttered as they walked up the walkway.
Emma shot him a stern look, which he responded to with a shrug.
"Just saying." He said. When they reached the porch and saw the door still open, they drew their guns, Killian maneuvering so that Emma was behind him. He entered the house quietly, eyes scanning the entry way.
Seeing possessions strewn all over the place, they remained cautious, searching the house up and down for an intruder. No one was there, and they weren't sure if anything was missing, despite the mess.
They heard the front door creak open. Tensing, guns aimed, they went back to the door.
Only to find Mr. Gold.
He turned to face them. "Sheriff Jones, Deputy Swan."
"Your neighbor saw your front door open." Emma said. "They called it in."
"It appears as though I've been robbed." Gold stated.
Killian looked over the mess. "We'll need a list of the stolen items."
"There will be no need for that, sheriff." Gold gave him a tight smile that resembled more of a grimace than anything. "You can go now. I know exactly who did this and I shall take care of it."
"I don't think so." Killian argued. "This was a robbery, whoever did this is a public menace. You need to tell us what you know, or we'll have to arrest you for obstruction of justice."
Gold and Killian glared each other down.
Emma rolled her eyes. "Look, Gold, I have a feeling that you don't want to be behind bars, so why don't you just tell us, and let us handle it."
Gold sighed, "Indeed not. Very well, his name's Moe French."
"The florist?" Killian asked, surprised.
"Yes, he recently defaulted on a loan." Gold explained, "The other day, we had a little disagreement over collateral."
"All right," Emma nodded, "we'll check him out. We will get him." Emma glared at Gold for good measure, silently warning him not to pull any vigilante shit.
Gold regarded her for a moment. "Good luck."
David and Henry were at Mr. Clark's convenient store, looking at the Valentine's cards.
"You sure you don't need one?" David teased.
"Gramps, I'm ten." Henry rolled his eyes. Even so, his face reddened just a bot.
David smirked, before returning his attention to the Valentine's Day cards. He had to pick the perfect one. It was his first Valentine's with Snow, considering that they didn't really have this holiday back in the Enchanted Forest. He wanted it to be a perfect romantic night where it was just the two of them and just about the two of them. Snow and Charming, together again.
"What about this one, Gramps?" Henry asked, handing him on of the cards.
"Not bad." David said. "What about this one?"
Henry read over the card, "I like that. It sounds like you and Grandma."
"That a good thing?" David asked.
"I'd say so." Henry shrugged.
The bell jingled over the door signaling someone entering the store. Henry looked up to see a young women with blue eyes, dark brown hair, and soft features. Cocking his head, he wondered who she was, worried that she might be another August as he had never seen her here before.
Henry watched as the woman walked up to the counter to ask Mr. Clark something, before he pointed her in the right direction.
"Ready to go?" David asked.
He glanced up at his Grandpa and nodded with a smile.
David returned the gesture and went up to the counter, buying the valentine and a box of chocolates.
Henry followed him, uncertain about whether or not he should mention the girl or not. Maybe she wasn't a stranger in Storybrooke. Sure, living here all of his life might mean that Henry knew a lot of the townsfolk, but that didn't mean that he knew all of them. Storybrooke was populated with an entire country for crying out loud; Henry's just surprised that they haven't had overcrowding yet.
Once David made his purchases, the two Charming men left the store, heading to the loft so that David could drop Henry off and see Mary Margaret before their date tonight.
All the while, Henry's thoughts were churning, wondering who the girl was and if she was in the storybook. Admittedly, there was something familiar about her, as though he had seen her before, but he just wasn't sure if it was in the storybook or around town.
Maybe he could go to Killian's sometime and read the book again. He had a feeling that the girl was important somehow.
Killian pulled back the sheet, showing several items on Emma's desk.
"You're welcome." He smirked at Gold, who gave him a frosty glare in return.
"You were right about Moe." Emma said. "He did it. It was all still at his place."
"And the man himself?" Gold asked.
"Closing in on him." Killian said.
"So, job well "half-done", then." Gold sneered.
"We got your belongings back in less than a day." Killian snapped. "What the bloody hell is wrong now?"
Jefferson chuckled from his cot. "Someone needs a tea party."
Used to his strange jibber jabber, mostly whenever he was truly bored, Emma and Killian kept their focus on Gold.
After shooting a particularly nasty look at the hatter, Gold growled. "You've recovered nothing. There's something missing." He turned away, heading out the door.
"We'll find it when we find him." Emma called after him.
Ignoring her words, scheme already laid out in his mind, Gold vowed to himself. "Not if I find him first."
Regina held the chipped cup in her hands. If Rumplestiltskin held any sentiment for this cup, which Regina had no doubt of considering that he believed his beloved to be dead, then it was only a matter of time before he lost control.
Then Regina would have power over him once again. He'd comply with her demands for once, and the teacher would finally become the student.
"What's that?" Belle asked.
The Mayor looked up surprised having not heard her enter the office.
"Nothing of importance." Regina said, setting the cup down on the desk. "What do you need Belle?"
"Oh, um, you need to sign these forms." Belle explained, handing over a stack of papers.
Regina took them and began signing away, while watching Belle out of the corner of her eye.
It was a simple, chipped tea cup, but Belle knew that it held some significance. It just looked too familiar. It felt familiar. But why? Was it a part of the past that she couldn't remember? If so, what was so special about it? Why did seeing it make her head spin and her heart flutter? It was just a tea cup...wasn't it?
"Will that be all?" Regina asked, returning the forms.
"Um, yes." Belle nodded.
"Then you may go." Regina told her, with a hint of impatience.
Belle nodded again, reluctantly taking her eyes off of the cup and walking away.
Picking up the cup once more, Regina wondered just what happened to make this little worthless cup full of such sentimental value for the Dark One and the Lady Belle.
The cabin in the woods was isolated, and the sun had set, leaving the area cloaked in darkness. Perfect for what Rumplestiltskin planned to do.
Holding a tied up Moe at gun point, Gold forced him into the cabin, making him sit on an old chair before ripping the strip of duct tape off of Moe's mouth.
"Let me explain, okay?" Moe begged. "Please, let me explain."
Gold grabbed another chair and sat in front of the florist. He raised his cane to Moe's throat and pressed it against the other man's neck so that his airway was blocked.
"Oh. Well, that is...fascinating." Gold sneered. "Truly fascinating. I'm going to let you breathe in a second, and you're going to say two sentences." A cruel gleam sparked in Gold's dark eyes. "The first, is going to tell me where it is. The second, is going to tell me who told you to take it. Do you understand the rules? Good. Let's begin." Slowly, Gold removed the cane.
"I needed that van!" Moe said.
"Now, you see, that is not a good first sentence." Gold sighed. Raising his cane once more, he struck Moe hard on the shoulder.
A noise of pain escaped Moe's throat. "Gold! Listen!"
"Tell me where it is!" Gold demanded, striking Moe once again with even more force.
"Please stop!" Moe pleaded.
Snarling, Gold hit him again. "Tell me where it is!"
"Stop!" Moe gasped. "It wasn't my fault!"
"'My fault'?" Gold hissed. "What are you talking about, 'my fault'? You shut her out. You had her love, and you shut her out!" He yelled hitting Moe, not once, but twice, one hit on each knee. Moe fell into a heap on the floor.
"She's gone." Gold said, giving into his grief and rage. "She's gone forever and she's not coming back. And it's your fault! Not mine!" He furiously beat Moe again and again and again. "You are her father! Yours! It's yours!"
The rage at Regina for killing Belle, the fury at her father for letting the Dark One take her away, the despair at never being able to see her again, the loathing that he felt at himself for pushing her away and leaving her alone, and his absolute hatred for what he'd done to Belle all swirled together within him, a maelstrom of pent up emotions, as he mercilessly assaulted Moe.
"It's your fault! It's your fault!" He repeated the mantra over and over, not even realizing that he was no longer speaking to Moe, but to himself. He drew back his cane to strike once again when a strong grip held his arm back.
"Stop." Killian growled.
Gold snarled at him, ready to tear out of the sheriff's grip when Emma appeared, gun raised.
"Gold, I'm warning you." Emma said. "Stop now, or I'll shoot you."
Killian kept his tight hold of Gold until he knew for sure that the man would back down. Gold dropped his cane and moved slowly away from both sheriff and deputy.
"An ambulance is on it's way." Emma told Killian as he knelt down next to Moe to check his pulse.
"He's still breathing." Killian said. He looked up at Gold, scrutinizing the man, wondering what the hell caused the older man to lose control like this.
Minutes later, Emma, Killian, and Gold were outside the cabin watching Moe get loaded into the ambulance.
"It seems as though you managed not to break anything he needs." Killian commented. "You're lucky, Gold."
Gold mouth curled with distaste. "You got a funny definition of lucky."
"You have a funny definition of justice." Emma retorted. "What did he really do?"
Gold shrugged. "He stole."
"That reaction was a bit over zealous for a simple theft, don't you think?" Killian said. "You said that he hurt "her". Who's the "her", and what the bloody hell did he do to her?"
"I'm sorry, sheriff, but I do believe that you heard wrong." Gold said.
"You're really not into cooperating, are you?" Emma asked.
"We're done here." Gold glared.
"Actually, we're not." Killian said, taking out a pair of handcuffs. "You just brutally assaulted someone, Gold, we have to arrest you for that."
"I'm sure that you enjoy that, sheriff." Gold sneered.
"Come on, Gold." Killian sighed. "Don't make this any harder."
Gritting his teeth together, Gold allowed the former pirate to handcuff him and escort him to the backseat of the police cruiser.
Snow smiled up at Charming as he popped the cork on the bottle of red wine. They were at the Toll Bridge, she was still laughing to herself about the graffiti on the sign making it say "Troll Bridge" of all things, having a Valentine's Day picnic dinner.
They had just exchanged cards and set out the food, Granny's lasagna and garlic bread along with two slices of her special double chocolate decadence cake.
"This is quite a romantic spot here, Charming." Snow teased.
"Only the best for you, Snow." David smiled winningly at her as he sat back down on the blanket. He poured her wine first, then his, before holding it out to toast. "To us, to our love, and to our family."
Clinking glasses, they both smiled, gazes locked as they sipped their wine.
"This really is perfect." Mary Margaret said. "Thank you."
"I'm glad that you like it." David said. "I had had the idea for doing this last month, figuring what better way to celebrate our relationship than in our spot. I'm just glad that the weather is just right. I was worried that it might storm or something."
"We lucked out." Snow agreed.
Charming gave her a look so full of love and happiness that it made her heart swell, heartbeat picking up. "We really did."
And he meant more than the weather. He meant their lives, ending up here together, finding each other as they always did, close to breaking the curse...
"Are we really any closer to breaking the curse?" Mary Margaret asked.
David sighed, "Snow..."
"I know, you don't want us to talk about it tonight, but I just..." Snow sighed, "I want to be able to have our daughter back. Emma has noticed that something is different, and I can't very well tell her that I'm her mother, can I? I'm just, I'm tired of lying and keeping secrets."
"I know." Charming took her hand in his reassuringly. "It's hard for me too. I want to be her father and be overprotective and have deep talks with her and chase away any nightmares that she might have, but we can't have that. Maybe, when the curse is broken, we can get a semblance of that, when Emma's ready. We just have to be patient."
"And you really believe that Killian is her True Love?" Snow asked. "That she'll kiss him and that will break the curse?"
"Yes." Charming said, conviction in his tone.
"Why?"
"Because of how he looks at her." Charming explained. "He looks at her with...love and adoration and pride. He loves all of her. Not just the Emma that we see, but the one that he does."
"The one that he does?"
"Yeah, the, the Emma that has a connection with him." David said. "There's a bond there, between them. Something that's been there since I met them. He...understands her, and I think that the way that he understands her is...well, I think that he's the only one that can. No one else can see Emma, really see her. I see her as my daughter and friend, and so do you. Henry sees her as his mother. The town sees her as the deputy, and when the curse is broken everyone will see her as the Savior. But Killian, he just sees Emma, really sees who she is behind her walls."
Mary Margaret considered his words. "You really believe that?"
"I do."
Mary Margaret knew David, knew that he had a lot of faith and put all that faith into something or someone that he really believed in. His faith in Killian surprised her, and she had a feeling that there was more to it than she really knew. Prompting her to ask the question that had been nagging at her since her memories had returned. "Who is his Enchanted Forest persona?"
A brief flicker of panic shown in David's eyes before he shrugged it away. "I'm not sure."
Snow had the feeling that that was neither a lie or a truth. "Well, he's getting his memories, isn't he?"
"No more curse talk." Charming smiled. "Tonight is supposed to be about us, so let's make it about us, all right?"
Snow smiled back at him, feeling a little guilty for bringing the subject up, but also slightly bothered by the fact that Charming was evading her questions. She had a feeling that Charming had at least some idea of who Killian had been once upon a time. But tonight was about them, so she shoved her questions to the back of her mind, and raised her glass to them once more.
Gold glared at the overly gleeful hatter, who was sticking his face between the bars that separated their cells.
"How's the criminal life treating you Rump?"
"Please do refrain from calling me that." Gold sighed. He turned and picked at the pastrami sandwich that the sheriff had given him for food.
The hatter had already inhaled his.
It had only been a few minutes since Killian and Emma had finished up all of the necessary paperwork, and left the prisoners alone for the night. The damn hatter was already getting on his nerves.
They heard the door to the station unlock, open, and shut.
Jefferson leaned back, gripping the bars, his face wearing a curious expression as he watched the door.
Heels clicking against the tile floor told both of them that it was neither the sheriff nor either of his deputies.
Regina stalked into the room, shooting an unforgiven look at Jefferson, before turning her attention to Gold.
"Well, you really wanted that little chat, didn't you?" Gold asked.
"Apparently, this is the only way I could do it." Regina said.
Gold regarded her a moment. "Now, when two people both want something the other has, a deal can always be struck. Do you have what I want?"
"Yes."
"So, you did put him up to it, then." Gold said, "Telling him exactly what to take."
"We used to know each other so well, Mr. Gold." Regina stated. "Has it really come down to this?"
"It seems it has, yeah." Gold stood from his cot and walked over to the bars, where Regina stood. "But you know what I want. I'm curious as to what it is that you want?"
"I told you once before." Regina said. "I need you to help me get rid of Emma Swan."
"What are you asking me?" Rumple asked. "What do I have to gain from helping you?"
"You mean other than this." Regina pulled the chipped tea cup from her purse. "Such a sentimental little keepsake."
Rumple snarled at her. "Give it back."
"Make the deal, Rumple." Regina ordered.
He glared at her. "I have nothing to gain from the curse remaining intact."
"And what happens when it breaks?" Regina asked.
"You'll find out."
Before Regina could blink, Rumple snatched the cup out of her grasp. He held it close to his chest.
"Remember, dearie, how things used to be?" Rumple warned. "Don't let these bars fool you. I'm the one with the power around here. I'm going to be out of here in no time, and nothing between us will change."
Regina glared. "We shall see."
Turning on her heel, Regina was already working on the next plan.
"What are we doing here?" Emma asked as Killian jimmied the rickety door to the light house open. Emma was holding their meal of homemade spaghetti with meat sauce in a tupperware dish, a sandwich bag with two slices of toasted garlic bread, a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream, and a bottle of whiskey. And their picnic blanket. All courtesy of Killian, of course. "Couldn't we just have dinner at your house?"
"My house is literally only a hundred yards away, so it wasn't that much of a walk." Killian said, finally getting the door open. "And, it wouldn't be as romantic now would it?"
"I don't know." Emma shrugged. "What's romantic about a dusty old lighthouse?"
Killian smirked as he took the food and drink off of Emma's hands. "The view of course." He headed inside, knowing that Emma would follow. She took the lead, however, when she turned on her flashlight so that they could see in the pitch black structure.
They walked up the old spiral staircase, for some minutes before they finally reached the top.
"Set the blanket down their, love." Killian nodded to a spot on the floor.
Emma spread the blanket out and Killian joined her, setting the food down.
"So, show me this view."
"Bossy Swan." Killian chuckled. "Dinner first, lass."
Sharing the tupperware full of spaghetti, the date started off like most of theirs did, with either questions they had yet to answer or stories they had yet to tell.
Emma was surprised at how delicious the pasta was, telling Killian that his recipe could damn near rival Granny's, earning a chuckle and a "Keep it a secret, Swan. I don't cook for just anyone."
By the time they finished half the pint of ice cream, Emma was full and asked to see the view once again. Killian had her close her eyes as he pulled her up to her feet. He opened one of the windows and helped her out onto the balcony. Positioning her so that she stood before the railing, he stood behind her, arms wrapped securely around her waist.
"Open." He breathed against her ear.
She shivered, causing him to bite back a smirk, knowing that the cool air didn't elicit the reaction from her.
Emma opened her eyes, gasping at the view before her. They were up high enough that to her left, she could see all of Storybrooke and to her right she could see nothing but the ocean. Stars sparkled above them, the moon shining brightly. It was breathtaking. And romantic. Just as Killian said it would be.
"It's amazing." She whispered, feeling as though speaking any louder would shatter the moment.
Killian hummed in agreement, but Emma felt his eyes on her. Of course, they were, as it seemed Killian had trouble actually looking at anything that wasn't her when they were alone. She had his complete attention. To Emma, that felt really good. She was the center of his world for a few short hours and he was content to have that; he hadn't pushed her, being far too gentlemanly for Emma's taste if he were any other man, but him being Killian actually made the chivalrous attitude that much more endearing. He had infinite patience and understood that she still needed the space.
But he hadn't seemed to be getting the message that she only needed space emotionally.
He was a damn fine male specimen and Emma would've had to have been blind with half a brain to not notice his attractiveness. The sexual tension between them didn't help, especially since every date that they had had so far usually ended up in a passionate make-out session that only served to tantalize her more and more, just giving her a taste of what he could do.
Tonight would be different.
Emma turned in his arms, pulling him into a kiss before he could react.
Instinctively, Killian pulled her closer to him and kissed her back with just as much fervor. As usual with them, it was a battle for dominance, of who could best who, and who would break.
Killian pulled away, panting hard, lungs burning. "Emma..."
"Shhh." Emma hushed him with another kiss, pushing him back towards the inside. They stumbled through the window, her pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside.
"Emma..." Killian tried to protest again, but Emma was tired of waiting.
She wanted, needed, him, and she was damn well going to have him. "Killian." Emma warned, arms around his neck, pulling him as close as possible. Their foreheads pressed against each other, breath mingling, eyes searching the other's. "Please."
One word was all it took. He kissed her with abandon, tugging her so close that she could feel exactly what she was doing to him. "Gods, Emma." He nuzzled her cheek with his nose before moving his lips along her jaw, making a trail of wet, opened mouth kisses along her neck.
A moan left her lips as he nipped and sucked on her pulse point. She ground her hips against his, eliciting a growl of pleasure from him. Smirking, Emma ran her hands through his hair, grip tightening, forcing his head away from her neck. "Who says you get to have all the fun?" She breathed, before marking him with her own kisses, her hands traveling down to his chest. Her nails scraped against his torso, earning a choked groan from him.
Killian's hands caressed her sides and her back, needing to touch her anywhere, until they reached the hem of her shirt and dragged it upwards.
Emma broke away from him in order to pull her shirt over her head, before she tossed that aside too. She smirked once again at seeing his eyes dilated and darkened with passion and lust. Her hands reached behind her to unclasp her bra, letting the garment slide off of her arms and onto the floor.
He made a noise of approval that sounded somewhere between a groan and a whimper.
"Well, sheriff," Emma said breathily. "Show me what you got."
Smirking at her predatorily, Killian pounced.
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