Dance With Somebody

On their first date, Emma and Killian slow dance to the soft music playing in the restaurant with all the fairy lights around them

Emma Swan took a deep breath as she stared at herself in the mirror. She couldn't believe that she was going on a date. It would mark her first date since Neal, not counting Walsh as she had been cursed. Her hair was softly pinned up, and her beige dress and heels, were completely different from her usual skin tight dresses and seven to eight inch heels. Emma wanted to look pretty, not sexy like she used to have to do for her bail-bonds job.

"Emma…" Mary Margaret smiled from the doorway. "Killian's here. Uh, you look beautiful by the way."

"I don't think I can do this." Emma muttered, suddenly feeling nervous. "I…I…"

"Emma, I know that I told you the same with Neal, but give him a chance. You might be surprised and tonight might go really well. Now, go down these stairs and greet that pirate of yours, who is currently being eyed up by your father."

Emma's eyes widened and she grabbed her small clutch bag. Despite her nerves, the last thing she wanted was for Killian to be interrogated. Emma took another deep breath before she climbed down the stairs, not meeting Killian's gaze, and not seeing the bunch of red roses he was holding.

"Swan…"

She looked up to see him addressing her with a loving expression and she blushed, something she never did.

"You look beautiful." He got out.

Emma ignored David's expression as she made her way to Killian, who was holding out the flowers like a nervous school boy.

"Thank you, they're pretty." Emma smiled, as she headed into the kitchen. "Let me just find a vase and then we can head off."

After Emma had arranged the flowers in a glass vase, and convinced David that she wasn't having a nightcap, she and Killian made their way out of the small apartment, and Emma noticed that they were both clearly shy about from where to go from there.

"Rumple… Gold informed that it was customary in this land for a man to buy their love a bunch of flowers at least once." Killian said, as they made their way down to the docks.

"Yeah, they do." Emma replied. "Wait until you experience your first Valentine's Day though, you'll never want to look at flowers again."

Killian gave her a questioning look as they continued walking, and Emma chuckled.

"I'll explain later."

They fell back into comfortable silence, and Killian kept stealing glances at Emma from the corner of his eye, and just as he went to speak again, he felt her fingers weave through his, and she looked at him softly.

"People in this land, uh, tend to hold hands when they go on dates as well." Emma said, in a slightly nervous tone.

Killian just simply squeezed her fingers in response, and she have a nervous chuckle.

"I like this tradition." He replied, with a playful nudge.

They continued to walk in comfortable silence. Every so often, they would squeeze one another's hand, causing the other to blush. Eventually, they reached the small restaurant down by the bay and Emma looked mildly surprised.

"Killian, this is really expensive." She whispered.

Killian shrugged. "I have tons of Gold, love, but nothing is too expensive for you. Emma, you deserve the best."

Emma blushed and looked up at him, and earned a small smile. As though it was the most natural thing in the world, she pressed her lips against his gently. He smiled into the kiss and pulled away.

"Come, darling. Our table is ready."

Their meal went surprisingly well. Their hands were connected on the table for most of the wait, and when the food arrived, they kept stealing sneaky glances at one another, and blushing when they were caught. After their main course, they had another glass of wine together, Killian surprisingly not settling for rum. After their wine, they had another conversation about their trip back to the past, Emma blushing when Killian brought up the kiss with his past self, and then the waitress brought them their desert. Emma chose to have a cheesecake, whilst Killian settled for some form of chocolate sundae, and Emma chuckled as she watched his face light up in amazement.

"It's wonderful." He moaned, finishing the last bite.

"The wonders of chocolate." Emma teased.

After their desert was taken away, they settled for another glass of wine and made their way out into the patio area, which was lit up by fairy lights. Emma and Killian took a seat on a wooden bench and looked up at the stars.

"I still can't over the magic in this realm, love." Killian whispered.

"It's electricity." Emma answered. "Not magic."

Killian nodded his understanding. Emma didn't fail to notice it when he jumped when soft music started to play.

"Wh…what is that?" He asked, looking around.

Emma laughed softly and pointed a speaker on a post. "It is coming from that speaker there.

They play things."

Killian nodded and listened to the softness of the music, and he found himself struck with a sudden idea. Emma watched curiously as he stood from the bench, and looked down at her, holding out his hand.

"What do you say, Swan? Would you like to dance?" He gave her a dashing smile.

Emma glanced at his hand and then to his eyes, and she nodded, slipping her hand into his.

"I would love to." She whispered.

Unlike the back in the future, he didn't hold her like he did in the waltz. Instead, he pulled her flush against him, his arms wrapping around her waist. Emma took the hint and her arms went around his neck. Killian watched as she rested her face in the crook of his neck, her heels making her just the right height to do so.

"You look really beautiful tonight, Swan." He murmured against her ear.

"You look very handsome as well, Killian." Emma smiled, as her eyes met his again.

Killian bent his head and pressed his lips against Emma's, to which she responded with.

Their kiss was soft and passionate, and she felt his arms tighten around her.

Their wine was left forgotten on the table, and for the first time in her life, she had a successful date, that didn't end with a failed proposal or climbing out bathroom windows.