"It's Mother's Day—can we not talk about my personal life for a change?" Emma pleads, obviously sick of answering her mother's questions.

"It's my day, and I have a right to know what my oldest child is doing with her life."

"I'm not a child anymore, Mother," Emma reminds Mary Margaret, her words clipped and her tone loaded with irritation.

And while she's not happy about all the questions her mother's throwing at her, Killian's just thankful to spend another holiday with Emma. And twice in one month. Not only that, but the two holidays are so close together. They'd spent Cinco de Mayo four days ago, downing shots of tequila at the taco stand and stuffing their faces with delicious Mexican food. They'd made sure to get separate rides home that evening, just so another mystery night they had no memories of the next morning didn't happen again. Now they're at a restaurant of Mary Margaret's choosing, having brunch outside and enjoying a perfectly warm, sunny day.

"Exactly. You're a grown woman who should be married with her own children by now." She looks at Killian as Emma chugs down her mimosa just as quickly as she chugged that beer on St. Patty's Day. "So, Killian, when are you making an honest woman out of my daughter and proposing to her?"

Emma almost chokes on her drink as she sets the glass down, her eyes popping out of her head. "Mom!"

Killian slips his hand over Emma's bare knee just below her pretty yellow dress, his thumb caressing her skin to calm her. "Emma and I have both been burned in the past, so we're taking things slow."

"Slow? It's been over five months and you haven't put a ring on her finger. Emma's thirty years old and she's not getting any younger. Her eggs will shrivel up soon."

Killian senses Emma stiffen next to him, so he removes his hand from her knee and grabs her hand, which is clenched in a tight fist on the table.

She takes a deep breath through her nose and loosens her hand, threading her fingers through his. "Yeah, well, what if I said I didn't want kids?"

Mary Margaret gasps in horror, placing a hand on her chest. "You don't want kids?!"

Killian fights off a chuckle, knowing Emma's purposely trying to press her mother's buttons.

"I didn't say that. I said 'what if' I didn't? It's not really your choice, now is it?"

"Well, no, but I can still hope for grandbabies, can't I? I'm your mother, I have that right." She looks at Killian, eyeing him suspiciously. "Have you two even slept together yet?"

Emma scoffs and her nostrils flare, her hand tightening around his. "That's none of your business."

Mary Margaret shrugs, pinning her daughter with a look. "I'm just saying that it's not gonna kill you to try to have babies while you're still menstruating."

"Jesus!" Emma snatches her hand from Killian's and looks like she's about to reach over the table and strangle her mother, so he thinks quickly, trying to figure out how to turn this conversation around.

"Well…" he starts to say, scratching behind his ear. Emma crosses her arms and looks over at him, catching the playful glint in his eyes and the smirk tugging at his lips as he shrugs. "She has a point." He leans closer and tilts his head, wagging a finger at Emma. "I hear the bathrooms here are really nice."

Her eyes widen as she looks at him, and he arches a brow at her, hoping she's catching his drift. "Wait a minute…" She places her hand on his arm, her mouth falling open. "Is this the place with the Egyptian cotton towels?"

Killian nods. "Easy cleanup."

"Hmmmm," she hums in excitement as Killian waves over a waitress.

"Excuse me, where are the nearest ladies' rooms?" he asks her.

"Over there to the left."

"Thank you," he says appreciatively and stands up, offering his hand to Emma. "Shall we start making babies now, love?"

She grins and slips her palm in Killian's. "We shall."

"You two are hilarious." Mary Margaret cocks her head, her eyes darting between them, obviously unamused.

"Happy Mother's Day, Mom." Emma tilts her head and bats her lashes. "This one's for you."

Mary Margaret offers a tight-lipped smile and places a hand on her chest in mock flattery.

As they turn to leave, Killian wraps his arm around Emma's shoulders, and when they walk away from the table, she pats his arse a couple times, then squeezes it firmly in her hand.

Killian's heart speeds up as he whispers in her ear. "I think we got her, love."

"Oh yeah. This'll teach her not to pry into my personal life."

They exchange blushing smiles, hearing her mother calling after them, "You're not funny!"

"So, I suppose hand jobs are in order now, huh?" she quips with a smirk.

Killian's cheeks flame as he scratches behind his ear. "Well, I mean, I wouldn't say no." He looks over at her, catching a glint of mischief in her eyes.

She leans in close, whispering in his ear, "I can do you one better."

His breath catches as he tries to decipher exactly what she means by that. "Better, how?"

She pulls away from him and grabs his hand, leading him toward the restrooms. Which confuses him, because he thought they were just trying to mess with her mother. But before he knows what's happening, she's dragging him into the restroom—well, dragging isn't exactly the correct term, because he goes willingly—and she's crushing his lips with hers. As much as he enjoys the taste of her mouth, her softness, the orange juice and alcohol on her tongue and the way she pulls him flush against her body, he doesn't know if this is the best idea.

He breaks the kiss, leaving them both panting as he searches her eyes. "How many of those mimosas did you drink?"

She smirks deviously. "Just one."

Holy fuck.

There's been tension between them before, but nothing compared to how thick the air is around him now. It feels like the air was sucked out of the small space of the restroom, like he has to fight for every breath.

Taking advantage of the shocked state he's in, she captures his lips again, turns them around and presses his back into the wall, undoing the yellow tie around his neck which matches her dress. She releases his lips and kisses along his stubbled jaw, making her way down his neck, his heart hammering underneath his ribcage.

His dick becomes hard, and as much as he wants…whatever she's about to do, he knows they shouldn't.

As Emma unbuttons his shirt, she kisses every inch of skin exposed, her lips making a searing hot trail through his chest hair and down his stomach.

"Love, what are you doing?" The words come out cracked and raspy as he watches those gorgeous, hellfire lips make their way toward his cock.

She peeks up at him and flashes a dirty grin. "I'm showing my gratitude."

Fuck.

She's definitely trying to kill him.

Returning to her task, she works at unfastening his belt and undoing his grey dress slacks. Her green eyes lock with his blue ones before she drops to her knees, bracing herself on his thighs.

Killian grows even harder, if it's even humanly possible, the promise of those beautiful lips wrapped around his painfully hard cock makes every waiting second impossibly long.

When her fingers hook into the waistband of his boxers, he tries to convince himself they shouldn't do this, that wanting her as more than just his holidate is wrong somehow.

"Love, you really don't have to do that," he tries, his voice strangled with the heat and lust coursing through him. "Besides, didn't we agree on nonsexual holi—"

The words die in his throat the second he feels Emma's warm lips wrap around his cock, her hand pumping him softly at the base.

Bloody hell.

He no longer has the willpower to fight it, nor does he want to, and instead, he tilts his back against the wall, sliding his hands through her golden locks of hair. "Bloody hell, Emma…" He peers down and watches his cock—slick with her saliva—slide in and out of her hot mouth as he gathers her golden curls in his hands, securing them behind her head to keep her hair from falling into her face.

He wants to curse or groan, anything to vocalize his relief, but the somehow still sober part of his mind reminds him they're in a public place, so he swallows down the sounds.

Emma's mouth feels like heaven. So soft and warm and wet and he can't help but rock gently into that naughty little mouth of hers. Letting his eyes slip shut, he can't believe Emma's on her knees, sucking him off, her talented tongue licking up his shaft and her hand working up and down at the base. He has to fight back a groan every goddamn second. He opens his eyes and peers down at her again; he'd rather watch her lips slide back and forth around his cock than try to finish as fast as he can.

Her eyes connect with his, and his breath catches as they stare at each other, his mouth falling open. He feels the urge to just fuck her mouth fast and hard and let himself go, but he wants this to last. Her wicked mouth feels so damn good, and she makes it look so effortless, as though she thoroughly enjoys sucking on his cock.

Everything becomes a blur when she removes her hand, and his tip hits the back of her throat. She grabs his hips and sucks on him harder, not really caring about the obscene wet sounds that fill the room.

Killian's fingers tighten around her hair, and he inhales sharply through his nose, moving his hips faster to meet her pace. Heat surges through him, and his knees become weak, ready to collapse underneath him as he fucks her sweet mouth. "Fuck…Emma, I'm gonna—" An unbidden groan tears from his throat as the unmistakable sensation overtakes him, and he slams his cock inside her, releasing his load deep inside her mouth, ribbons of cum spilling onto her tongue as his thrusts slow and his hips jerk.

His orgasm begins to wane, but he's still high and his mind is foggy as Emma slowly releases him from her mouth, sucking off every last bead of cum from his slit before swallowing his load down her throat.

Holy hell.

He takes a moment to gather his wits and try to process what just happened; he doesn't know what this means now. Emma gave him a blowjob—a rather fantastic one at that—and how dare she look even hotter after what she did to him? Her blonde hair is disheveled, her cheeks flushed, lips red and slightly swollen, her eyes sparkling as she gazes into his blue ones. And bloody hell, if that wasn't the best head he ever received.

His mind is spinning.

He tries to form words, but nothing comes out, so now they're just staring at each other, probably wondering the same thing.

What happens next?

Do they just go back to things like normal?

He doesn't know if he can.

When Emma finally rises, he grabs her hand, not willing to let her go yet. He pulls her into his arms as he moves in for a kiss, but she places her hand on his chest to stop him. Disappointment floods through him, but her laugh dissolves it. "You probably don't want to do that. I taste like you."

He shakes his head, his lips tilting into a relieved smile. "I don't care." He kisses her anyway, and just as she'd warned him, he can taste his own orgasm on her tongue, but it only makes this all the more intoxicating, and he breathes her in, deepening the kiss.

"That was…bloody fantastic," he finally manages after breaking the kiss, though the words are almost inaudible as he tries to breathe evenly again. "I want to return the favor," he announces, but mostly to get her consent before he starts kissing other parts of her other than her gorgeous lips.

"You don't have to…I mean.." She trips over her words a little, obviously surprised he offered. "I mean, I just wanted to thank you for coming with me to brunch…and for helping me escape my mom's badgering."

"Love, I know I don't have to. I want to."

Emma bites her bottom lip to ponder his offer, but the loud knock on the door breaks them out of their bubble.

Killian opens his mouth to respond, but Emma quickly places her hand over his lips to stop him. And he's immediately thankful because he forgot they were in the ladies' restroom.

"Almost done!" She lowers her voice to a whisper as she leans her forehead against his. "We should probably go."

"Aye, love." He cups her cheeks in his hands and kisses her forehead. "Perhaps another time?"

She nods and captures his lips, savoring one last kiss before they have to pull apart. "Another time."

Killian zips up his pants, buttons them up and fastens his belt as Emma combs her fingers through her hair and straightens her clothing.

They leave the restroom, surprised to see Mary Margaret standing there with her arms crossed.

Her eyes widen as she glances between Emma and Killian, taking stock of their appearance as she points at them. "Wait, you two actually did it? I thought you were joking around."

Emma furrows her brows. "You came over to check if we were actually joking or not?"

Mary Margaret nods matter-of-factly. "Yes, I did."

This puzzles her even more. "So why did you knock on the door then?"

"That wasn't me. Someone else did, so I gave her twenty bucks to walk away."

Emma scoffs at her mother. "You paid someone to walk away from the restroom so we wouldn't get interrupted?" She shakes her head, grabs Killian's hand and walks away from her mother, mumbling, "You're unbelievable." He quickly falls in step with her.

Mary Margaret chases after them. "What? I'm just looking out for my daughter." When Killian cranes his head to look at her, Mary Margaret's eyes are lit up with excitement. "So, do you think you're pregnant?" She gasps at her own question. "We have to start planning the nursery just in case." Catching up with her daughter, she looks over at her. "You are ovulating, right?"

Emma stops in her tracks and pins her mother with a glare, causing Mary Margaret and Killian to stop too. "You know what? I am," she answers, bitterness in her tone. "And guess what? Killian came inside of me, but not in my vagina." She steps into her mother's space. "He came in my mouth. And last I checked, you can't get pregnant from a blowjob."

Mary Margaret's jaw drops to the ground, her eyes as wide as saucers, and for once, she has no words.

Emma smirks in satisfaction as she and Killian wrap an arm around each other and walk away.

He grins proudly at her. "Well done, love. Well done."

Killian takes Emma home and chuckles as he reads her welcome mat.

If you're pizza, Amazon or Ryan Gosling, I'm home.

He hadn't noticed it the last time he was here, considering he was too busy wondering whether they actually slept together. Somehow there was more awkwardness when they didn't know if they had sex or not than there is now after he exploded in her mouth and she swallowed his come. Not to mention told her mom about it.

He joins her inside briefly, knowing he won't be able to stay long. "I have to go to Liam's place and check on him. He normally doesn't do well on Mother's Day."

"Oh, why not?" Emma asks in concern, crossing her arms.

Killian slips his hands in his pockets and looks down at the carpet. "Our mum passed when we were young. I wasn't old enough to remember her, but he was seven at the time."

Sadness clouds over her face. "I'm sorry."

"Thanks, love."

She unfolds her arms and takes his hands in hers. "Thank you again for today. Seriously. My mom can be…"

"A little too much?"

Emma laughs. "Yeah, just a little bit. I'm sorry about her, by the way. She's apparently made it her life's mission to embarrass me."

Killian shakes off her apology. "You have no reason to be sorry. Your mom cares about you, she just has her own quirky way of showing it."

"Yeah, I'd say." Emma rolls her eyes. "So, Father's Day? Leo and I are taking my dad fishing on the lake. I promise he won't ask you when you're giving me babies. Believe me, he'll be the last person to inquire about our sex life."

Killian chuckles as he brushes his thumb over her knuckles. "I'm aware. He's a little intimidating, but he's a good guy. I'd be happy to join you on Father's Day."

She flashes him a smile. "Sounds like a date."

He nods. "Aye." As he stares into Emma's eyes, he notices there's something different between them. Something electric. Before, they were friends, but now it feels like more than that. And not just because he came in her mouth twenty minutes ago. Though that might have a little to do with it.

"Well um, I should let you go."

"Right." He leans in, kissing Emma on the cheek, hearing her breath hitch before he pulls away. "Bye, love."

"Bye, Killian."

He slowly releases her hands and turns around, heading out the door. As she closes it behind him, his stomach sinks when he realizes Father's Day is in June, which means he'll have to go an entire month without seeing her. And that thought pains him. But they've already broken one holidate rule which might actually destroy him because he knows he won't be able to erase the image of Emma on her knees with his cock in her mouth.

So they can't break another one.

For the sake of his sanity, they just can't.