I'm a little surprised nobody got where Killian was taking Emma :-P

The moment they scanned their tickets through the gates, Emma knew that it had been a fantastic idea. Killian was practically giddy with excitement and that only grew when they were greeted at the entrance by August Booth.

"Good evening Your Highness, Mr Jones." Booth took each of their hands in turn, giving them a firm shake. "I was asked by the management to welcome you to our stadium. We have your usual seats for you, Mr Jones, or if you would prefer, there is a VIP box available too?"

Emma turned to Killian to let him make the call. They were his tickets and it was his beloved team playing.

"Um… what would be safer for Emma?" he asked, pulling her into his side unconsciously.

"The box would be safer for Her Royal Highness, but it would also be further away from the pitch."

"The box," Killian answered, before Emma could protest.

"Killian," she chided, "This is your night. Don't base this decision on me, base it on what you'd prefer. If you wanna be in that stadium, then be in the stadium. Nobody knows I'm here. We have seven other people with us that will keep me safe."

"I don't want anyone to hurt you." The look in Killian's eyes melted Emma's annoyance and she reached up to push the hair off his forehead.

"They won't. I have faith in that. Now, let's go enjoy this game."

For all that Emma loved football, she'd rarely attended live games for security reasons and she'd certainly never seen any soccer games before. As they took their seats to watch the players warm up, Killian explained to Emma about how much he'd missed attending games while he was away from home, so his family had clubbed together to buy him a season ticket for his nearest Canadian team. He'd sort of fallen into his love for the White Caps but he hadn't missed a home game of theirs since he'd been offered the role of Hook.

Emma loved hearing him talk about some of his fondest memories of the team. Most of them involved the different people that had joined him for games over the years. Everyone from Robin; to his brother Liam; and even Belle, had been before and they'd all had just as much fun as Killian had.

Emma had to admit that their seats were fantastic. They were three rows back from the half-way line, the perfect place to watch both halves of the game from. His tickets were in a private section of the ground, gated off from the rest of the crowd, which helped Anton manage security. And it also gave them more room than they would usually find in a football stadium.

Killian disappeared just before kick-off to fetch some drinks and Emma watched as Anton trailed after him, before turning her attention to the people around her. A few seemed to notice whom they were sat with, but most of the people close to her had their full attention already focused on the pitch. One little boy waved at her and Emma waved back, before turning to watch as Killian and Anton made their way back to their seats.

Killian handed Emma a bottle of beer before wrapping a navy blue scarf around her neck and pulling a matching cap down onto her head.

"There we go. Much better," he told her, adjusting the peek of the cap before he sat down to take his own beer bottle back from Anton.

"Is this you kitting me out for the game or you trying to make me less noticeable?" she asked.

"A little of both?" Killian shrugged before taking a swig from his bottle.

"Well, I hate to break it to you, but the family three down from you already know. They seem to be the only ones who have noticed, though."

Killian turned so quickly, Emma thought he might give himself whiplash. As she expected, the little boy was still staring in their direction while his mother and father kept sending what they must have thought were covert glances their way.

"Relax," she soothed, bringing her hand up to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. "They don't look dangerous. Just a little shocked."

Killian turned back to Emma slowly, but relaxed under her reassurances.

"Now, who are we playing today and, realistically, are we likely to win?"

Killian pulled Emma into his side. He wrapped his arm around her gently as he brushed a kiss to the top of her cap-covered head, before launching into details of the season so far.

Neither of them noticed the flash of the camera to their left.

Emma had a fantastic time watching the game. While she wasn't a massive fan of either team playing, Killian's enthusiasm was contagious and by half time she knew she was firmly on her way to becoming a White Caps fan.

When the game ended, August appeared almost as if by magic besides them, with the offer to attend a training session later that month so that they could meet the team. Emma suspected it was more of a publicity stunt than anything else, but Killian's excitement had her quickly agreeing to the idea. How could she refuse when the thought alone had Killian smiling so brightly?

"So, wasn't such a bad idea after all," she teased, wrapping her hands tightly around Killian's right arm. He quickly laced their fingers together as she leaned into his side. They'd been more affectionate that evening than they ever had before in public, and it felt nice not to have to hide the way they felt for each other. Emma couldn't remember the last time she'd been able to do so.

"Thanks for coming. I know this isn't exactly everyone's idea of a romantic night out."

"Don't be stupid, I had a great time. If all we did was attend boring functions I think you'd be fed up with me by the end of the year." While Emma had meant it to be a teasing comment, it also struck her as being incredibly true. She'd attempted one relationship before with someone who wasn't used to her way of life and he'd quickly grown bored with both it, and her.

"Now who's the one being stupid? I might not fully understand politics, yet, but I love spending time with you, no matter where we are."

It was just as Killian was bending down to kiss her that all hell broke lose.

Thanks for reading.