Thanks for sticking with me over the weekend. Both papers are in and ready to be graded AND I got to enjoy my convention.
Killian woke Emma early Friday morning with breakfast in bed.
"What have I done to deserve this?" she asked, pulling herself up to a sitting position against the headboard.
"A man can't bring his girlfriend breakfast in bed?" Killian placed the tray across her lap gently before he jogged round to the other side of the bed, and slipped in beside her.
"Oh, he can. But I was lead to believe that they usually only do that on special occasions or because they screwed something up."
"Okay, maybe my intentions weren't entirely pure." Emma dropped the slice of toast she was holding to fully face Killian. "But I haven't done anything bad either," he hurried on. "I just wanted to ask you about something."
"Okay." Emma was still a little confused, but now she was also intrigued.
"When I woke up this morning I decided to check my emails, on your laptop, while I was waiting for the coffee. I had one that was rather interesting."
Killian fiddled with the duvet between them. He knew why he was nervous but he wasn't sure Emma would understand.
"My agent wants to meet me in Vancouver when I get back. She's coming to me. That's kind of a big thing in the industry. Usually you go to them in LA. Anyway, she was contacted this week about a possible movie role for me."
"Killian, that's fantastic," Emma interrupted. "Why aren't you more excited about this?"
"It's actually the next Abrams project. It would film in the summer, when I finish filming for the show. And it would be a tight filming schedule so that I don't break my contract with the studio." When Emma still didn't seem to get the message, Killian raised his head to catch her eyes. "It films in LA. I wouldn't get any time during the end of this season's shoots, and the film starting, to see you."
As realisation washed over Emma her head fell. She should have known Killian would be hesitating over this because of her.
"Killian," she took his hand gently in her own. "This is huge news. You know I hero worship that man. He's a geek god. This is an excellent opportunity for you. If you like that script you should take the role. I'll come to you. Even if you're busy working twelve-hour days, I'll be there when you leave and when you get back. Don't turn this down because of me."
"You know, I'm pretty sure I've only been offered the role because of you," Killian muttered. "My agent said it was Oscar worthy."
"And that bothers you?"
"A little. I don't like the idea of my connection to you being the reason everyone in Hollywood suddenly wants to hire me. I'd feel like I was using you. Besides, I like TV. I love my job. I don't think I'm ready to change that."
Emma shifted the breakfast tray to the end of the bed so she could clamber into Killian's lap.
"You are not using me to further your career. Anyone who says that clearly doesn't know us well enough to matter. Who says you have to give up your job? Many actors or actresses make movies in the off-season. And, if you don't like it, then you just stick to Hook. You know I won't complain about that."
Killian cracked a small smile at Emma's last statement and she took the opportunity to kiss him, twisting her hands into his hair.
"Take the job if you want it, Killian. We'll find a way to see each other during that time."
"You promise?" he asked, bringing his forehead to rest against hers.
"I promise."
After finishing off their breakfast, Emma and Killian spent a lazy morning reading in the cabin. Killian was going over some scripts for the next few episodes they were shooting and Emma couldn't help but steal them away when he was finished.
She might be a princess, but she was still a fangirl at heart.
After a light lunch, they decided to wrap up warm and hit the slopes. On the flight up, Emma had told Killian about how much she loved to ski and he wanted to experience that with her. He'd never been before so it was definitely something he could cross off his bucket list when he was finished.
Unfortunately, skiing was not as easy as it looked in the movies. Killian spent most of their first hour on the slopes, on his arse. Emma tried so hard not to laugh at him, but she couldn't control it after he went down for the third time, a cloud of snow puffing up around him.
"It's not funny," he grumbled, dusting off his trouser legs. "This shit is harder than it looks."
"Poor baby," Emma chuckled, crouching down in front of him to bring her hand up to dust the snow out of his hair. "Maybe we should get you some proper lessons?"
Killian didn't bother answering Emma. Instead, he threw himself at her, tackling her to the ground, but making sure he cushioned the blow.
She laughed as he did, snow settling on both of them as Killian braced himself above her.
"You look good in snow," she laughed, brushing it off his nose.
By the end of the day, Killian had finally managed to make it down one of the smaller slopes, with the help of a skiing instructor. He was proud of that small achievement, but was far too sore to celebrate it.
"Come on, Handsome, let's get you into that hot tub," Emma directed, as she helped him waddle into the cabin.
The idea of Emma in the hot tub was usually more than enough to get Killian's pulse racing, but he was in too much pain to do much more than just nod his agreement.
Skiing would definitely be off the table for the rest of the weekend.
Thanks for reading.
