Killian closed the apartment door behind him quietly, toeing his shoes off and dropping his bag to the floor. He'd deal with them both later. He knew Emma was somewhere inside, but it was three am so the chances of her still being awake were pretty slim.

His night shoot had run slightly later than planned, thanks to some technical issues with the big stunt they had prepared for Hook, and he was both tired and grumpy at having missed out on precious time with Emma.

Emma had been wonderful about the entire thing. She'd messaged him during a break at the children's hospital, sending him a couple of pictures of herself with the kids and uploading a few more to twitter. When she'd moved on to lunch with the executives, she'd messaged again to complain about their Vice President, Mr Gold, who couldn't seem to keep his hands to himself. Killian was glad he was shooting a fight scene that evening as it gave him a way to take out all of the anger that built up inside of him at the thought of some random guy touching his princess.

One of the final messages she'd sent to him was of herself, still in that stunning cream dress, laying in the centre of his bed. Killian had added that one to his ever-growing collection.

As he made his way through the dark apartment he stopped in the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, before continuing on to his bedroom. It looked pretty much the same as it always did, which he was not expecting. He'd basically told Emma she could stay with him during her visit and yet, all he could see of hers were her nude heels; black belt; and cream dress, all draped over the back of the tub chair on her side of the room.

Emma herself was already curled up in bed, fast asleep, wearing one of his t-shirts.

Killian snuck into the bathroom as quietly as he could to brush his teeth and then stripped off his socks, jeans and shirt before padding back over to his bed. He slid in as softly as he possibly could, not wanting to disturb Emma, before wrapping his arm around her and curling himself around her back.

Her long legs were bare and tangled with his easily as she pushed back into his warmth, her right hand coming down to cover his where it rested over her stomach.

"What time is it?" she asked softly, her voice still tinged with sleep.

"Ungodly early," he told her, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck.

"I'm sorry I fell asleep."

"Don't be. You're just as cute when you're asleep as you are when you're awake."

"Charmer," Emma sighed, before falling back into a peaceful sleep.

Killian wasn't far behind her.

Killian woke the next morning to soft, wet kisses trailing down his chest. He sighed a little, the fog of sleep making him think for a moment that he was having one of those wonderful dreams again, until the sound of Emma's laughter cut through it. He cracked open one eye to see Emma looking up at him through a curtain of her blonde hair.

"What have I done to deserve this?" he asked, running his fingers through the hair that was currently tickling his left thigh.

"You look you had a rough night at work." She kissed a spot just off to the side of Killian's bellybutton and he hissed a little. He hadn't realised he'd taken the hits while he was filming, but now that he was looking for them, he could see the spots where bruises were starting to form. "Don't you have a stunt double for this kind of thing?"

"Yeah, but it looks better if you do it yourself." Killian swallowed another gasp, this time for an entirely different reason, as Emma resumed her kisses. He watched as her lips moved back up from the dip of his waist and over to one of his nipples. She bit down gently and Killian's hips flew off the bed, all his sense of composure lost.

"Tell me you don't have anywhere to be today," he begged, threading his fingers through her hair.

"Nope." She sucked lightly on the tender flesh she'd bitten only moments before. "I'm all yours."

"Thank God for that."

Before she could move over to his other nipple, Killian wiggled down the bed to capture her lips with his, gently rolling them so that he was braced above her.

The sound of Emma's giggle was almost as intoxicating as the sound of her gentle moans and sighs just moments later.

"Are you sure about this?" Killian asked, looking around for the forth time since they'd left the car.

"Will you cut that out? You're going to start drawing attention to us with how you're behaving. Act naturally."

"This was such a stupid idea," he mumbled, tightening his hold on Emma's hand.

She snorted a laugh at how adorably annoying he'd become. "It was your idea."

"I know. I'm stupid."

Emma stopped and tugged him round to face her. "You're not stupid. Anton already called ahead. They know we're coming and they have promised to make sure that nothing happens. Everything will be fine. Stop worrying so much. This is supposed to be fun, remember?"

Killian leaned forward for a quick kiss before he turned back to the imposing building before them.

"You're not gonna tweet this, right?" he asked, a single eyebrow raising in question.

"No, Babe. You can tweet it when we leave. I know how much you'll fanboy if you get a reply from them."

Killian tried to look offended at that comment but he knew it was pointless. He really would geek out if they ever replied to him.

"Okay. Let's go and make sure we have great seats."

Emma laughed at the child-like glee that overtook the worry on his face, as he pulled her along in the direction of the gate.

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