A/N: Hi everyone! I just want to start by wishing you all a happy New Year! This story is actually one I have been working on for a while, and I had stalled out with writing it. A long long time ago a reader asked for 'You Look Good' by Lady Antebellum and I love the song but just couldn't get inspired, and then today I realized a good way to engage with this song was through also engaging with the holiday. So, this is a CS AU oneshot where Emma and Killian are both on holiday get aways in paradise with their friends. They happen to see each other from afar and… well, you'll just have to read it to see how it goes. Thank you all for reading and thanks to the very patient reader who suggested this song!
"Now this, right here, is the life."
The words from his friend Will should have been grating, especially since the rest of the men on this boat were all actually pulling their weight this afternoon on the water while Will was lounging about. But still, Killian couldn't help but agree.
Being out here on the sea was infinitely better than life in the city, especially in the dead of winter when New York was 25 degrees and covered in ice. There the air was frigid and sharp, and here it was clean, crisp, and glorious. The sunlight that had been gone from the north for so long was out in full force here, and the sand and the waves underneath a clear blue sky were the perfect remedy to anyone's winter woes.
Even with the frozen temps, at home everything was driven by competition and hectic chaos. Business in New York was cutthroat, something he'd learned as the CEO of his own business. There were no breaks. If you wanted to be a success you worked like a dog and you never slowed down, but out here there was a gentler pace of living that held no less purpose even in its quiet calm. It was easy to get caught up in how much more vibrant the world seemed out in these kinds of open coastal spaces, and how much more possibility floated about in the air out here, but soon enough they'd all head back to reality. That was just the way things were. No matter how much he and his friends may enjoy their annual holiday trip to the tropics, they always returned home, waiting and wishing for the next year to end and call them back again.
This trip was a tradition for the four of them, starting way back when Will, David, Graham and Killian had met in college. David had a friend of a friend of a friend who had a place on a sunny island where summer lasted all year long and the rest was history. Things had radically changed since those good old days, what with all of them having time consuming careers and various responsibilities, but the peace they all found out here on the ocean had never waned. This was a critical time of respite for the lot of them, what with Graham taking time off from his police work, Will leaving the run of his bar to his staff, and David leaving the hospital to the care of other residents. But Killian couldn't help feeling that each year they were getting closer to the loss of this tradition, or at least a substantial change in the way it came about.
It was only a matter of time before his friends started settling down, and when that day came it was unlikely that their girlfriends or wives would embrace a weeks-long guy's trip especially during Christmas and New Year's. It would no longer be realistic to put their lives on hold for such a long stretch, and Killian understood that. For his part, he would actually welcome such an addition to his life, a woman who would miss him too much to want to be apart at this time of year, but he had to be realistic. So far experience had shown him that finding such a match and meeting a woman who he could truly see forever with was a long shot. It would take a miraculous woman to truly speak to his heart, and only that kind of love would entice him into marriage and the whole happily ever after thing.
"You've got that look again, Killian," David joked and Killian raised his gaze to his best mate who looked smug and all-knowing.
"I haven't got a look," Killian responded, prompting David and Graham to laugh.
"Sure you do," Graham quipped. "The dreamy, brooding one. That one women eat up because they think you're grappling with the universe's big questions."
"Maybe I am," Killian quipped and after a moment they all laughed.
"Nah you're just worrying," David explained. "You're thinking that this might be our last run out here, and you're probably right, at least the way we do things now."
"He's right?!" Will asked, his genuine concern manifesting as a shriek. It was like a banshee, and the harsh tone was so shrill Killian winced.
"Well, yeah. Next year's gonna be different. I don't know about you all, but I'm finding my girl. I've got it all planned."
"You've planned it out?" Graham asked with a smirk. "And how exactly did you do that, Doctor Nolan?"
"That's for me to know and her to find out."
David's adamant refusal to elaborate prompted some more ribbing from the others, but it only reminded Killian about how sure and true his instincts were. He sensed that this tide was shifting, and he believed David was right. Not about the having a plan to find the woman of one's dreams– that was bull shit. There was no way one could plan to find a love strong enough to build a life around. But when he said this year was going to be different, Killian found he genuinely hoped that would be true and that hope carried him through the rest of their afternoon out on the water.
By the time they pulled back into port, docking their sailboat in the marina they'd come to know well, Killian was no closer to answers about what he wanted and when it might come. He tried to take solace in the beauty that was the sky at this time of day, with sunset silhouettes dancing, painting lazy, wayward clouds that hung over this seaside place. The shades of pink and orange and gold could never be recreated back home, but while he appreciated the sight, it did nothing to truly calm him. He was restless still, but he supposed that was normal for the last day of the year, and the final few hours before a brand new start. People had a tendency to get antsy in these final moments, and even in paradise it seemed that was to be his fate.
"Well lads, it's time for the age-old question – Captain Jack's or Odie's Place for New Year's this evening?"
No one answered Will's eager question as they got into the jeep they'd rented for the two weeks, and that was likely because they didn't care. Either place would suit their purposes. They wanted a decent meal and a few drinks to get them through to the new year. Other than that, there was little consideration to be had.
"All right then, driver's choice," Will responded, hopping into the vehicle and hardly waiting for any of them to do the same before he tore off onto the main road and raced towards their vacation villa.
Absentmindedly Killian watched the scenery around them, noticing the way the docks gave way to the bustling town beside it. The island was particularly busy this year, a sign that perhaps their secret haven might not be so secret after all. Years ago it felt like they were the only foreigners here this time of year, but alas it seemed to be a new and wide-spread trend. Some people were here with families, others on trips that mirrored theirs, but none of these people really mattered to Killian. At least until…
The first thing he noticed about her was her golden hair, which reflected the iridescent light of the year's last sunset in an almost ethereal way. It was pulled back, likely from hours spent at the beach, but soft and wavy tendrils hung loose, shielding parts of a face so stunning it made Killian's heart skip a beat and then another. In the three seconds that they were passing her, Killian swore he took in every little detail of this woman – nay, this vision – memorizing her like she was the answer to his every prayer. Her lithe form, her perfect face, the way the smile she was wearing met her eyes and the essence around her that was light and happy. She was an angel dressed in a yellow sun dress, an impossibly gorgeous woman the likes of which he'd never seen, and in an instant he knew that he'd regret every moment he lived from this point on if he didn't get a chance to know her.
"Stop the car!" Killian yelled as he finally got his wits about him. His eyes stayed on her as Will braked a bit but kept driving.
"What the fuck -?"
"Pull the car over, Will. Now!"
David's intensity matched Killian's and if he were able to think of anything outside this girl Killian would wonder why his friend was so animated too, but as the car slowed down, Killian hopped out of the side, and raced back down the street. She was only a little while back, but this place was packed with people and there were hotels and storefronts all around. She could be anywhere, and the realization that she was lost to him damn near gutted the sense of hope he'd suddenly found.
"What the hell is up with you two?" Graham asked, appearing beside Killian and Killian shook his head.
"I thought I saw her," Killian confessed and he continued to look out through the stream of people, but she didn't reappear.
"Saw who?"
"The one."
"The one?" Graham scoffed. "Wait are you serious right now? This isn't just some sort of sun-induced hallucination?"
"I don't know," Killian whispered, fear clinging to him that maybe that's what she was. Surely now that he thought of it no one could be so perfect or call to him so quickly. Maybe Graham was right? But then he saw her again, this time across the square from where he was. He started moving towards her, and as if she could feel his attention she stopped, looking at him and halting him in his tracks. God she was incredible. She was stunning and remarkable and every other good thing and when he saw her he forgot to breathe. All he could do was stare and enjoy the rush of adrenaline that came in realizing she was doing the same. She was caught too, snared in by this connection between them, whatever it may be.
"That's her!" David said and Killian looked over, suddenly feeling very territorial and jealous. It didn't matter that this was his best friend. This woman was off limits. She would be his, at least he hoped. God did he hope.
"Back off David."
"Not the blonde, dumb ass, her friend."
Cursing from David? Wow he must be just as caught up as Killian, and when Killian looked back over to the woman who captivated him, he saw she had a girl beside her. She was brunette and petite, with a blue dress and the same beach-ready look, but she didn't hold a candle to his girl.
"Aw shit, not now," David groaned and Killian looked to see what he meant. Fuck! The end of year festival was happening, and now a sea of people were swarming in, dancing away the bad of this year and ringing in the new one. It was, admittedly, a very cool ceremony, but only when one wasn't trying to meet the girl of their dreams. Instead the dancing and the noise made Killian agitated, but he couldn't get around it, and by the time it was all over and they were free to move again, both women were gone and Killian was left feeling stunned and defeated.
"They can't have gone far," David said, scoping out the area but there was no sign of them. Eventually they changed tactics, with Graham questioning a vendor selling flowers down below. Killian listened as his friend asked questions about the girls but to no avail and so Killian did the same at other markets and shops. It was crazy, but finally one woman selling bracelets by the beach drive said she'd seen them.
"They came to look at my wears. Fancied a few pieces too, but said they forgot their wallets back at their hotel. They promised to come back tomorrow and get them. Said it would be their last day at the beach. Usually I don't believe tourists when they say these things, but they had such honest eyes. Good things come to people like that."
"Did they mention which hotel?" David asked, sidestepping the woman's local superstitions about 'honest eyes,' and the woman shook her head.
"Nah, love. They did say they had to get back to the north side of the island though and there's not many places out there. They likely at the resort."
"Which ones did she like?" Killian asked, surprising the woman. Slowly a smile of understanding crossed the woman's face and she gestured to a woven bracelet with a golden hue and a swan charm. It was unique, even in an array of one of a kind bracelets. "I'll take it."
"And I'll take whatever else they looked at."
It was a small consolation in all of this, and again, it defied rational explanation. This was somewhat crazy on both Killian and David's parts, but hell if he could stop it. He wanted to have a piece of her with him, even if it was something she'd never gotten a chance to have. It felt a bit better to have this tiny trinket, and it was even more miraculous to know that tomorrow they'd be at the beach and were planning to come back here.
"So that's that then. We'll just be sure to get out here early tomorrow."
Graham said the words, convinced that everything was now all set, but still Killian felt restless. Tomorrow was better than nothing. He'd been afraid he'd never see her again only a few moments ago, but he also hated the idea of waiting. Now that he'd seen her and he knew she was out there, Killian was eager to meet this woman who entranced him. She had him under her spell and she'd never so much as said a word to him.
"Captain Jack's," David said to Will, confusing their friend in the process. "You asked which bar and it's Captain Jack's."
"If you say so, mate," Will said as they all filed back into the car.
"It's on the north side of the island," David said to Killian and Killian agreed it was the best place. It wasn't a surefire plan, what with the resort being an all inclusive, and them not being one hundred percent certain they were even there, but it made Killian feel better. Upping his chances of finding this girl was all he could ask for and they were doing just that by going north.
The next few hours passed with painful slowness, and by the time they got to the bar Killian was a bit of a wreck. It didn't help matters that all of this was uncertain. She might not come, she might not like him, hell she might already have someone. That last though in particular scared him half to death, but he had to believe that his instinctive reaction meant something. He'd never felt this way, losing himself at first sight like this. It would be the cruelest trick of fate if she was taken, and if she could never feel the same… God he hated to even think how much that would hurt.
"I feel like my hearts going to give out any second," David said standing next to him and casing the place with the same intensity. "I know it's crazy but… she's just gotta be here, man. I don't want to wait until tomorrow."
Killian completely understood, and he was going to try and say some words of encouragement, however half-assed they would be but then something caught David's eye and his friend's whole demeanor changed. The excitement that pulsed off of him and the adoration told Killian that she was back and his own heart leapt at the prospect. If her friend was here, surely the girl he wanted was here too, right? But when he looked he only saw three brunettes, and the girl of his dreams was nowhere to be seen. This was upsetting in the extreme, but he waited patiently, knowing at the very least David's girl could tell her where she was.
Funnily enough, the girl who had caught David's notice was staring at him with almost the same level of intensity. She gazed at him for longer than strangers should, and then she blushed, and that was all it took for David to start moving towards her. Killian followed, noticing the other two women as he did.
"You think he's the guy?" one of them whispered. "The one from the festival?"
"Oh totally. Look at her, she's losing it. I just wish Emma was here to see it. Maybe she'd find her guy too."
Emma – that must be his siren's name. He heard it and it just clicked inside of his very being, like it belonged with him all this time. He wanted to say it aloud over and over again, to say it in the heat of passion when he'd kissed her senseless or driven her wild with need. But more than that he wanted to see her again.
"Where is she?" he asked, killing David's attempt at a smooth first greeting and not giving a damn. "Emma, your friend. She was with you at the beach today."
"Yes, she was," David's girl said. "She's outside. She said she needed some air."
Completely neglecting his manners Killian rushed off with only a quick, 'thanks.' Outside was a loose description of where she could be. At the front of the bar there were people milling around, but his feet took him to the coast, the place where he would go if he needed space. Out here in the darkness there were yellow lanterns and twinkle lights set up, and the pale glow of the moon, but none of it was needed. For there, with her feet in the waves and her hair whipping in the gentle breeze was his woman, radiating her own kind of light that could never be replicated.
Killian stood rooted to the spot, watching her, for longer than he could really know. Any real coherent thought fled the moment he saw her again. Well, the shape of her really, for in the dark, and from the back like this she was a silhouette, dancing at the shoreline, feet bare and hair flowing in the night's breeze. Killian didn't know if the music she swayed to was something she could hear from inside the bar or a melody from her head, but either way he stood transfixed, stunned by not only how beautifully she moved, but how freely she expressed herself. This moment was a snapshot into this woman's very soul, and it was a happy one, a carefree one that didn't give a damn about the noise or the buzzing all around them. This girl, Emma, just… was, and Killian couldn't help moving closer, craving the chance to see this siren's face.
"Come here often, love?" He asked, his voice carrying across the evening air, the slightest tremble discernable in his tone. Emma, for her part, didn't even flinch, just shook her head without looking at him, as if he and his question were an afterthought.
"Definitely not as often as you use that line," she quipped, and he couldn't help himself. He laughed at her boldness, and he knew she was right. It was a line, but damn if he could come up with anything original. She stole the air from his lungs and the sense from his mind. He was lucky to have uttered anything at all.
"Forgive me, that was bad. Let me try again. Are you interested in a partner, or is this more a solo escapade you've got going here?"
Now Emma whipped her head towards him, and whatever he'd felt for her before ramped infinitely. She was a beautiful woman from any distance, but up close that was even more undeniable. Her soft, full lips tormented him because all he wanted was to claim them and see them swollen from his kisses, and the smattering of freckles on her skin spoke to lots of time out here in the sun. Her hair was hanging lose now, curled and silky, tempting his fingers which craved the change to run through it, and the dress she wore now was red and fiery, a complete transformation from the pale, pure yellow of this afternoon. He caught her scent on the air, a hint of lavender and something else he couldn't place, but her eyes did the most damage, striking him with a blow of recognition and interest he never could have expected.
"It's you."
"Aye, love, it's me."
"Sorry about before. A couple of guys have come up to me and some of them forget that no means no."
"Someone was bothering you?" Killian asked, his anger rising as he looked around for signs of dead men walking. Who would dare to bother his Emma? Oh shit, now he was really losing it, thinking of her as his when they'd barely even met. Only the gentle touch of her hand on his arm could pull him back.
"It's okay, I can handle myself. I've been doing it all my life."
He hated to think that she had to be her own defender, when she should be protected and provided for in every way she wished, but he loved the feel of her hand on him. Even when she removed it, realizing she'd touched him and pulling back with a little bit of embarrassment, he could feel her branded on his skin. And he liked it A lot.
"But how did you find me?" she asked, letting her happiness at seeing him slip when she probably didn't mean to. "I mean, I saw you earlier, in town, but I thought you were gone…"
He reached out for her hand and she let him take it, creating a rush of pleasure as they made contact again. It emboldened Killian, and it made him feel more alive than anything else ever had. "I tried to find you earlier, but in the craziness I lost you. I admit I thought you might have been a dream. It was hard for me to imagine you could even be real."
"But now you're here. How?"
"Fate, destiny, and perhaps a little help from a local vendor."
Emma's eyes shone with wonder and he heard her gasp as he pulled the bracelet he procured earlier and presented it to her. "For you, love."
"I don't usually take gifts from strangers," Emma said as he tied the strands of the trinket together, sealing it around her wrist. He smiled at the fact that he hadn't introduced himself yet. He was forgetting himself, but thankfully, Emma didn't seem to mind too much.
"My name's Killian. Killian Jones. And you are?"
"Emma. Emma Swan."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Emma," he said, meaning it more than he'd ever meant anything before.
"Yeah, you too," she said and Killian's chest swelled with pride. He was still holding onto her, his thumb running against the underside of her wrist as he felt her delicate skin. Her pulse beneath him was rapid, matching the beat of his own, and when he looked back up to her, her eyes were on his lips, torn between hunger, intrigue, and still a little bit of wariness. He wanted to kiss that worry she had away, to show her there would be no reason for fear, not where he was involved, but that might be taking things too fast. He needed something, anything, to show her he could be trusted or to give him just a little more time in her company.
At that moment the music changed and the song filtered over the stereo outside was slower and written out of love. It was intimate and seductive, and for Killian it proved the perfect opening. "So, love, about that dance… would you do me the honor?"
Emma smiled at him, setting him alight as she stepped into his arms, fitting like the piece he'd been missing for too long. It felt amazing to hold her close and sway back and forth with her. One song blurred to another, and another, until truth be told he was so lost in her he couldn't tell how much time had passed. In the meantime they talked, they danced, they got to know each other but not just with words. This was a blending of two souls, and, if his suspicions were right, the evolution of a love at first sight story that would endure long past this trip.
"I can't believe you live in New York too," Emma said as they were finally walking back to the party to rejoin their friends. It was nearly midnight, but it felt like no time had passed at all. "What are the chances?"
"I couldn't tell you that, love, but I will say I'm glad for it."
"Oh yeah?" she asked, her face a little flushed from their closeness. He stopped their walking, pulling her into his arms and tilting her chin up so her eyes met his.
"Aye. It makes the whole asking you out thing a bit more manageable. Not that distance would have stopped me. I'd have made it work, no matter how far away you may be."
"You want to ask me out?" she asked, her voice hoarse from emotion and her eyes wide at the prospect.
"I want to do much more than that, love. And it'll be more than one date I'm after, you can rest assured. But it's a good place to start, don't you think?"
"Hmm, maybe," she said before smiling at him and edging a bit closer so her lips were mere inches from his.
"You're not convinced?"
"Well, I kind of like the idea of starting with a chance meeting, some moonlight dancing, and a New Years' kiss…"
Growling out his own approval Killian crushed his lips to hers, tasting her sweetness and savoring every bit of it. She was magic made real, and the feel of her on him, chasing the same high and the same bliss from being with him that he got with her was life altering. Lightening could strike them now and he'd never know, not when he already felt so much with Emma. This was the first kiss they'd ever shared and yet Killian knew it would be the last first kiss either of them ever had. This was the beginning of a new forever, and Emma was right, this was the best kind of start their story could have.
"I was thinking the kiss would come at midnight," Emma said when they broke apart, her breathing ragged and her green eyes darker from the desire she was experiencing. "You know that's kind of the tradition."
"So you're saying we should wait then? No more until -,"
He couldn't get the words out before Emma was pulling him in for another kiss, and that was just fine by him. And as the rest of the night sped by, and the year changed from the old to the new, Killian was certain that this lucky happenstance would be something much bigger, and that this time next year and every year thereafter he and Emma would still be together and happy and whole.
…
On a boat, on a beach
In the water, in the sand, in the back of a bar
Cold beer in your hand
Breaking hearts, breaking necks
When we rolling down the street, heads turning all day when they see you with me
I'm thinking everybody better stand in line
'Cause they need to know that your body's coming with me tonight
They're like, "hey, who that there with the shades?"
Like oh, the way you move to the bass
Hold up
Whole room gets to spinnin' from the second that you walk in
And baby you look good all day, all night
You look good, so fresh, so fine
You look good, got everybody watching you like cameras in Hollywood
Baby you look good
Aw baby you look good
Black dress, 2 the 9s, New Year's in a pent
From the floor, to the roof, make the skyline spin
Yeah, you're killing me boy in your black-faded jeans
Ain't gotta work hard when you're smilin' at me
Like, "hey, who that there with the shades?"
Like oh, the way you move to the bass
Hold up
Whole room gets to spinnin' from the second that you walk in
And baby you look good all day, all night
You look good, so fresh, so fine
You look good, got everybody watching you like cameras in Hollywood
Baby you look good
Aw baby you look good
I'm thinking everybody better stand in line
'Cause they need to know that your body's coming with me tonight
They're like, "hey, who that there with the shades?"
Like oh, the way you move to the bass
Hold up
Whole room gets to spinnin' from the second that you walk in
And baby you look good all day, all night
You look good, so fresh, so fine
You look good, got everybody watching you like cameras in Hollywood
Baby you look good
Come on baby you look good
You look good
Baby you look good
Post-Note: So there we have it. Just a little CS insta-love fluff to get us through the end of this year. Like I said, I hope you all have the best end to your 2019 and a wonderful start to your 2020. Thank you all so much for your kindness, support, and friendship this year. Looking forward to next year and wishing you all the best decade to come!