A/N: I KNOW IT'S BEEN A MONTH. I'M SO SORRY. The chapter I was writing was just being a pain in the ass, so it's taken this long to finally finish that chapter. Hope y'all enjoy!
What?
Emma reread the text over and over again as she stood in Elsa's office, taking a breather from her hectic night at the lounge. She honestly couldn't believe that Killian fucking Jones was asking her out on a date. It shouldn't surprise her, seeing as they're soul mates. But still-it was Killian fucking Jones.
Emma didn't even have to think twice about her response.
I'd be happy to join you.
She didn't even have to wait a minute before Killian texted back.
I look forward to your company. Unfortunately, I can't come to the lounge tonight or Sunday to hear your wondrous voice. I have to have some time to keep this fantastic figure of mine.
Emma laughed under her breath as she typed out a response.
So humble, as always. I'll see you Wednesday then. I'm working a ton this week, so I probably can't stop by the trailer.
Then I will see you Wednesday night at my place. Dress to impress. Be prepared to have your mind blown by my fantastic spaghetti and meatballs.
Oohhh, I'm so excited that I can hardly wait.
You'll have trouble keeping your hands off of me. Though I wouldn't complain.
Emma rolled her eyes as she laughed again. Jesus, this man.
Keep it in your pants, Casanova. I gotta go back to work. Sweet dreams.
And I will dream of you.
Emma felt herself blush as she put her phone back into her purse in her cubby. And of course, just then, Elsa walked back into her office after taking care of Emma's tables for the short five minutes Emma had for break. Elsa narrowed her eyes at Emma's red face.
"What's going on?"
Emma nibbled on her bottom lip as she stood from the stool beside the cubbies, running her hands over her chiffon skirt. "Uh, Killian sorta just asked me on a date."
Elsa's eyebrows raised as she smiled at Emma. "Really?"
Emma nodded as she walked over to her friend. "Yeah. On Wednesday, we're having dinner at his place."
"Are you nervous?" Elsa asked, placing her hand on Emma's shoulder and stroking it gently with her thumb.
Emma shrugged. "I don't know. Should I be?"
Elsa smiled and shook her head. "Not at all. It's just dinner with your soul mate."
And with that, butterflies shot into Emma's stomach. Emma whined and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Well thanks. Now I'm nervous."
Elsa laughed as she dropped her hand from Emma's shoulder and walked over to her desk, her nude heels clacking on the tile flooring. "And that's normal. If you weren't nervous, that would mean that you don't care, which I know you do."
Emma sighed and turned to head back onto the floor, where her tables needed tending to. "Elsa, I'm nervous 'cause I'm going on a date with Killian Jones. Who wouldn't be nervous?"
Elsa laughed as Emma exited the office. And well, for the rest of the night, Emma couldn't stop herself from imagining Wednesday night and how she couldn't wait.
How do you feel about garlic bread?
Greatest invention ever.
I knew there was a reason that I liked you.
Anything I need to bring tomorrow night?
Just your dazzling smile, love.
*rolls eyes* what a charmer.
You haven't even seen the best of it yet.
I look forward to seeing you tonight. Prepare to be amazed by my unparalleled cooking skills.
Emma snorted as she poured a cup of coffee for a customer. The diner was surprisingly slow for seven at night, only a few customers in the entire restaurant. Aurora was tending to her two occupied tables while Emma dealt with the lone man sitting at the bar and the overly affectionate couple in the booth in the corner.
Emma rolled her eyes at the disgusting way the couple made eyes at each other. Shit, even after meeting her soul mate, Emma was still just a wee bit cynical. She probably always would be. But now, with how her stomach tangled up whenever she so much as thought of Killian, Emma thought that maybe her cynicism was fading away.
God, could the clock move any slower? She still had an hour until she got off work and she still had to go back to her place and get ready for this date. And no, her stomach did not twist in knots at the thought of Killian cooking for her or how she kept thinking about how this date could possibly end and wow Emma needed to get laid-
"Emma, could I talk to you for a minute?" Granny asked from the archway that led to the kitchen as Emma finished pouring the mug of coffee.
"Uh yeah sure," Emma responded, her butterflies in her stomach now turning to wasps because what does Granny want to talk about?
Emma slid the coffee to the man at the counter and walked off, back to Granny's office by the kitchen as she wiped her hands on the tiny red apron she wore around her hips. She took a deep breath as she walked through Granny's open office door, looking at her second mother (well, more like first mother-it's not like Emma's mother really cared about her anymore).
"Close the door."
A knot developed in Emma's throat as Emma shut the door behind her, the click of the door shutting echoing in the quiet and small room.
"Why haven't you seen Ruby in a month?" Granny asked.
Of course this was about her granddaughter.
Emma sighed and folded her hands behind her back. "I've been busy. Ruby knows that."
"Emma, she is due in September. She wants as much time with you before the baby comes," Granny responded, standing up from her chair behind the desk. "She misses you."
Emma wasn't about to tell Granny the real reason for not seeing Ruby or Mary Margaret for the past month. Emma knew that if she saw either of them, she wouldn't be able to hide the fact that she's found her soul mate and then there'd just be cheers and congratulations and Emma didn't want that. And well, if Emma told Granny about it, there was no doubt in Emma's mind that Granny would go and tell Ruby immediately.
"I miss her too. I'm just busy right now. I'll see her again before she's due," Emma replied. "I promise."
Granny sighed. "You better. You may be like a daughter to me, Emma, but I won't hesitate to make your life hell if you don't see her soon."
Emma nodded and chuckled under her breath. "I know, Granny.'
"Good," Granny said. "Now, since we're slow right now and I don't see it getting any busier, I'm letting you leave early."
"Why?" Emma asked, her eyebrows raising because Granny never let anybody leave early.
"Because you've been obviously antsy all day," Granny replied, resituating her glasses on her face. "So, I'm letting you leave early because you're making me nervous. Now go. Give that guy hell."
Emma's eyebrows raised even higher. "What?"
Granny raised an eyebrow, like Emma shouldn't even bother trying to lie her way out of this. "It's obvious it's a man. No one gets you like that but a guy. A very special guy since even then you never get nervous. So, give him hell. Wear that turquoise dress of yours. He won't know what hit him."
Emma smiled at Granny and let her hands drop to her sides. "You won't tell Ruby?"
"I know how to keep a secret, Emma," Granny said and when Emma raised her eyebrows again, Granny continued. "Alright fine. But I can tell when you want something to remain a secret, so I'll do my best."
"Thank you, Granny," Emma responded, untying her apron from around her hips. "See you tomorrow."
"See ya, Emma. And let me know if you need to come in late," Granny called as Emma placed her hand on the doorknob. "Don't let it hinder you from staying the night if you want to."
Emma felt her face blush. "Yeah okay, Granny."
(And if the thought of staying the night at Killian's remained in her head as she changed into her favorite bra and panty set-black lace-and the turquoise dress Granny mentioned, well that was her own business.)
(She did not imagine his beard scraping against her breasts as she hailed a cab.)
(And she did not imagine the way that gorgeous head of hair would look between her thighs as she paid the driver.)
(And she did not think of how amazing that sex would most likely be because Killian Jones wasn't named Sexiest Man Alive for nothing.)
(Dammit, Emma needed to get it together.)
Emma took a deep breath as she stood in front of the apartment door, the same door Killian Jones lived behind. Her stomach was flipping and she placed her hand holding her clutch purse on it to calm it. She used her other hand to brush down the silk skirt of the dress and brush off stray hairs from the top of the v-neck, sleeveless dress.
She took one last deep breath and knocked twice on the oak door. Her throat knotted as time passed, wondering if she had misread his texts or that he decided to not go through with the date and God she should just go-
The door creaked open and holy hell. Killian was attractive in anything he wore (it could be a fucking garbage bag and people would still want to fuck him), but Jesus Christ he should be illegal right now. Whoever invented waistcoats should be shot because Kilian looked absolutely illegal in the black one he had on and Emma wanted to faint over the dark red, button-down shirt he was wearing underneath it (with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows-Christ).
"Emma," Killian breathed and Emma didn't miss the way his eyes scanned her body, notably stopping at her waist and her cleavage (which looked fantastic with the deep v-neck and the push-up bra she was wearing). "You look stunning, Swan."
Emma gulped as she resituated the clutch in her hands, vaguely noticing how she stood maybe an inch or two over Killian in her heels. "You look…"
"I know," Killian replied, with that freaking smile that drove Emma insane.
(Humble as ever.)
"Come in, please," Killian said as he stepped away from the doorway, holding the door open for Emma.
As soon as Emma stepped into the apartment, she was hit by the smell of cooking food. Her stomach grumbled and she sincerely hoped that Killian couldn't hear that, remembering that she hadn't eaten since around two at work. She took a deep breath as she followed Killian through the front foyer of the apartment, stepping down into the living area, which held a large fireplace that took Emma's breath away.
"Your place is beautiful," Emma told Killian as he walked to the left, heading to the other side of the living room where the kitchen was. Emma saw the beautiful maple cabinets and marble countertops, which Emma just wanted to run her hands over. Her kitchen was a quarter the size of this one and she felt a tinge of jealousy.
"Thank you," Killian replied as he rounded the breakfast bar to go to the stove. "It was my first big purchase after Never Landing took off."
"I don't even want to hear how much it costs a month," Emma said, her fingers brushing the arm rest of his leather sofa.
"You can sit, if you would like to," Killian called from the stove as he stirred whatever was on the burner. "I'll grab the wine in just a moment."
Emma listened to his suggestion and sat down on the couch (and wow, this is better than her freaking bed), relieving the pain in her feet from her nude, patent leather heels.
"Ugh my shoes are already killing me," Emma whined as she crossed her legs at the knees, looking over to Killian as he cooked (and there was something insanely hot about an already attractive man cooking her dinner).
"Your discomfort is a cross I'm willing to bear, love," Killian responded from the kitchen and Emma felt her face flush because she would never get used to Killian flirting with her like that. "But, if you want to, you can take off your shoes. Don't want you being in pain all night."
"Oh, what a gentleman," Emma snorted from the couch, relaxing back in the cushions.
"I am always a gentleman, Swan," Killian replied, arching an eyebrow as he looked over at her.
Emma rolled her eyes as she looked out the window just beside the large fireplace she was sitting in front of, where she could see the expanse of the city she loved through the thick glass of the window.
Emma heard Killian walking around in the kitchen as she continued to stare at the New York City skyline through the window. The city had always enchanted Emma, ever since she was little and lived in whatever group homes she had bounced through. This city had kicked her down again and again, but Emma could never shake the way the skyline looked at night, with its lights showing all of its glory. She had missed it for the short few years she lived upstate, with her adoptive parents, and Emma had never been prouder for choosing to stay here after college, even if it meant cutting all ties from her parents.
If she could even call them that.
"Would you like to go out onto the balcony, Ms. Swan?" Killian asked from the kitchen and Emma looked over to him, seeing that he was holding two wine glasses and a reasonably-sized bottle of wine.
Emma raised her eyebrows as she stared at the bottle, standing from the couch and walking over to him as she left her clutch behind. "Trying to get me drunk, Jones?"
"What? A bit worried you'll find me even more irresistible after a few libations?" Killian asked as Emma neared him, his tongue this positively obscene thing against his lip and holy fuck that did things to Emma.
Emma rolled her eyes (and hoped that she wasn't blushing because she did not want to give Killian that power) as she followed Killian over to the double doors that led out to the stone balcony, encased by a short brick wall. "I've got work at eight in the morning. I'd rather not have to work with a wine hangover."
"Valid point," Killian muttered as he held the door open for Emma, ever the gentleman. "Although I wouldn't protest to you staying the night because you drank too much."
Before Emma could respond (and oh yes, she was going to respond-the idiot), she stepped onto the balcony and her breath was taken away as she looked over the skyline, the oranges and reds and yellows of the sunset bringing the city to life.
"Wow," Emma said simply as she stared at the sunset, the first time she really had stared at it since she could see colors. And it was more beautiful than she could've ever thought.
"Yeah," Killian responded as he stepped behind Emma onto the balcony. "I stayed out here for hours the day we met. I couldn't stop staring at the sky."
"I can see why," Emma whispered, still completely hypnotized by the sky.
"Come, let's sit," Killian said, placing his hand on her lower back, the bottle of wine gently hitting her ass as they walked over to the cast iron table and chairs on the balcony.
Killian took his hand from Emma's back and Emma saw the bottle of wine as he pulled the corkscrew from his pocket. "Moscato? My favorite."
Killian smiled as he screwed the corkscrew into the cork. "Mine too."
The cork was pulled out of the wine bottle with a loud pop and Killian poured a liberal amount of wine into each wine glass. He handed one glass to Emma and clinked his against hers, taking a generous sip from his glass.
"This is the best view of New York City," Emma commented after sipping on her glass of wine.
"Only the second-best view, compared to what I'm looking at right now," Killian replied, raising an eyebrow at Emma.
Emma felt her face flush (God how was this man even real?) and hid her face behind the glass of wine. "Is that part of your routine? Bring girls here, take them out on the balcony, and tell them that exact same line?"
"You wound me, love," Killian said, placing his hand over his chest in mock offense. "That would require me actually bringing women back here."
"I've seen the tabloids, Killian. I know you're quite the ladies' man," Emma consoled, planting her hand on her hip and sipped on her wine because she wasn't blind. Long before she knew about what would transpire between them, Emma would read those God awful tabloids and know just how well he did with the ladies.
"Oh I know I am, Swan," Killian laughed out. "But that doesn't mean I bring women back here."
Emma raised her eyebrows. "You don't bring women back here?"
Killian shook his head, looking over the distance at the skyline. "I either get a hotel room or I go back to the woman's place. But I never take them here, in case I somehow get a stalker."
"Valid point," Emma admitted, sipping on her wine again, staring back over the distance as she licked the stray wine from her bottom lip.
"Bloody hell, please don't do that," Killian groaned out.
Emma looked back over at Killian, noticing his knuckles whitening around the wine glass. "What?"
Killian sighed. "You licked your lip. Just-don't do that."
Emma raised her eyebrows and placed a hand on her hip. "Why not?"
(And she did not intend for her voice to come out breathy and sultry and holy shit this was gonna end in bed, wasn't it?)
"I think you know exactly why," Killian breathed out, a whole lot closer than Emma remembered him being. His hand gently brushed the skirt of her dress and Emma's heart quickened because she wasn't ready for this but Jesus it was all she had been thinking of ever since he asked her out on Saturday night. Emma wasn't ready for what a kiss would mean between the two of them, but dammit she needed to know the way his lips felt under hers, how his beard would feel against her neck, the way his fingers would make her come over and over again-
"I should go check on the food," Killian said as he cleared his throat, stepping back and downing the rest of his wine (about half of the glass, which really sorta impressed Emma in a weird way), and then placed the empty glass back on the table and walked past Emma to head back inside.
Once Killian was back inside, Emma took a long, deep breath because she was not going to sleep with Killian Jones on their first date. Emma had stronger self-control than that and she was not going to treat her soul mate as though he was one of her one night stands. But God even with her restraint, Emma's resolve was weakening with every passing moment and every glance toward his direction.
Emma knew this was going to be a long (and eventful) night as she drank the rest of her wine, staring out as the sky slowly turned purple and red. She listened to the hustle and bustle of the city in the streets far below Killian's penthouse, up fifteen stories into the sky, as the gentle breeze picked up Emma's skirt. She took another deep breath, making sure that she did not sleep with Killian Jones, and released it, looking up as the stars began to come out into the darkening sky.
"Sorry about that, love," Killian called from the balcony doors and Emma turned to see him carrying two plates of spaghetti and meatballs and two bowls, one full of salad and the other full of garlic bread. "Wanted to make sure things didn't burn. Wouldn't want to ruin our date."
Emma hurried over to him, taking the two bowls from his forearms. "How the hell can you do that?"
"I was a waiter for a long time, before I was thrust into the spotlight," Killian responded and Emma raised her eyebrows at that. She and Killian never talked about how he found himself in Never Landing and she wanted to know how it happened.
"I've been a waitress for a long time and even I can't do that," Emma replied, utterly impressed at the somewhat useless skill.
Killian chuckled, a low laugh that brought warmth to Emma's belly and holy hell she really was going to have trouble with her self-restraint tonight. "I learned how to do it to impress the ladies."
(And dammit it worked.)
Killian placed the plates at their respective spots on the table, quickly scooting away to go back to turn on the balcony lights. Emma placed the two bowls in the center of the table, taking the bottle of wine in her hands and filling each glass up to a generous level. Soon, the balcony lit up with string lights wrapped around the balcony ledge and the pipes that led up to the roof.
It was honestly one of the most gorgeous sights Emma had seen.
After Killian and Emma sat down at the table (after he had helped Emma to her chair-the idiot), they enjoyed eating in silence. It wasn't a strange thing for them to eat quietly, but Emma couldn't help but feel uneasy. Even though Emma had hung out with him and eaten with him numerous times, this was different. This was a date and Emma hadn't been on a real date in years. Emma mentally shook herself as she bit into the meatball on her fork, telling herself that she was not going to think of Neal when she was on a date (and constantly thinking about banging) her soul mate.
Emma looked out over the city skyline (because she couldn't resist the view) and finished up the last of her meat ball. "It's even more beautiful at night."
"I know."
Emma looked back at Killian, who was notably not staring at the skyline and was instead just staring at her, as if she was the only thing that mattered to him.
She nibbled on the inside of her cheek and ignored the burning inside of her. "I don't get a view remotely this good at my place."
Killian laughed, stabbing his fork into a piece of lettuce. "Oh I remember those old days, living in the Bronx."
Emma chuckled in response. "How long did you live there?"
Killian relaxed back into his chair, dropping his fork on the plate after he ate the lettuce. "Hmm…well I'm twenty-six now, got cast two years ago in the show, so I lived about one year on my own. But I lived from the time I was eighteen till I was twenty-three with my older brother in his place in the Bronx. I only moved out 'cause that was around the time Liam and his wife started trying to get pregnant and I just couldn't bloody take hearing them through the walls anymore."
Emma threw her head back and laughed. "That sounds awful."
"It was. Imagine listening to your older brother and a girl you've known since you were seven, just fucking like bloody monkeys."
Emma cackled more because she simply couldn't help it. She never went through that, simply because her adoptive parents never had sex. But she did hear plenty of Ruby's one night stands when they were living together during college.
"What do they do? Your brother and his wife?"
"Liam runs a hardware store with an old Navy buddy and Jenny is a nanny. Or more like was, since she's taking a bit of a break from the family to take care of their newborn, Amelia," Killian explained, smiling diminutively as he ran his finger around the rim of his glass.
"Beautiful name," Emma commented, smiling at how his eyes darted over to her, softening just a tad.
"It was my mother's," Killian replied and Emma noticed how his hand twitched for a second, as if he wanted to cover his mouth like he was surprised he had said anything. Like he didn't mean to tell Emma about his past.
"My mother's name is Diane," Emma told Killian, noticing how he didn't want to delve into that part of his past. He smiled at her like he knew what she was doing. "Well, adoptive mother."
Killian raised his eyebrows and Emma took a deep breath, reclining back in her chair and crossing her now cold arms over her chest. "I grew up in the system. I was in and out of foster homes for as long as I could remember until I was sixteen and I was just sent to live at a group home. That's when my mother and father saw me playing a piano in the high school I went to. I was very musical and I was quick to learn, so they adopted me and made me practice piano every day until my hands hurt. Little did they know that I was learning how to play guitar and I was falling more and more in love with becoming an actual musician, rather than the pianist they wanted me to be."
Emma sighed and looked over at the city lights again. "They wanted me to play Carnegie Hall and all that jazz. Sent me to NYU for the best musical education I could get. When I graduated, I told them that I wanted to sing and play guitar and play piano and that I didn't want to be this world-famous pianist that they wanted me to be. So, they cut me off. Just like that."
(Like she didn't matter.)
(She never mattered.)
"Could you excuse me for a second?" Killian asked and Emma's heart fell.
She nodded wordlessly and Killian left the table and Emma listened as his motorcycle boots clack against the stone flooring of the balcony, before they silenced as he stepped back into the apartment. Emma kicked herself (like actually kicked herself and now her ankle was throbbing from where her heel hit her ankle) for saying anything because now she scared him off like she scared everyone off and fuck she should just go home and forget about the whole soul mate thing because it would never work out anyways-
Her thoughts were silenced when she felt something drape over her shoulders and Emma turned around to see that Killian had placed his signature leather jacket over her and her heart warmed at the stupid little gesture.
"You didn't deserve that, Emma," Killian whispered as his hands remained on her shoulders. Emma gulped and looked down at her lap, her blonde hair falling from underneath the jacket. "Your parents obviously didn't know what they had. If they did…well, they would still have a brilliant, beautiful, and strong woman to call their daughter."
Emma blushed (for the umpteenth time that night). "You're just saying that."
Killian leaned down, his mouth against her ear and Emma did not shudder from the contact (and she did not hear the low chuckle coming from Killian). "I'm just saying that because it's the simple truth, love."
Emma turned her head toward him because she was going to definitely say something in response, but everything she was going to say got stuck in her throat when she realized just how close Killian was to her. Her heart started pounding, hard and heavy in her chest because dammit she wanted to kiss him so badly but she didn't know if she could stop herself in time before she ultimately jumped his bones.
And damn her for noticing Killian's gaze darting down to her lips. And damn her for staring into those God-forsaken blue eyes that haunted her every thought, ever since the day they met. And damn her for wetting her bottom lip in anticipation.
"We should go back inside," Killian announced, standing back up and Emma clenched her jaw in frustration because God she was on fire and he barely even touched her.
Emma followed Killian back inside, after Killian insisted that he'd gather up the empty bowls and plates and glasses in just a moment. Emma put her arms through the arms of the jacket, letting the warmth spread over her. She snuck a sniff at the inside of the jacket and yes, it smelled exactly like Killian did: of leather and some distinct cologne that Emma was already obsessed with.
"Make yourself at home. I'll be just a minute," Killian said from the doorway to the balcony as Emma stood by the kitchen.
As soon as he stepped away, Emma turned around to face the living area. She smiled as her gaze landed on the upright piano, tucked against the wall beside the steps that led down to the living area. She couldn't help herself as she walked over to it, unable to deny the pull she automatically had whenever she spotted a piano or guitar. She took a spot behind the piano, sitting gracefully on the piano bench and kicking off her heels so she could play properly.
She began humming the tune to "If I Ain't Got You" by Alicia Keys as she played the keys accordingly. Her mother hated it whenever she played anything that wasn't classical music or anything of the like, and this song was a one that she and Diane got into numerous arguments over. But Emma couldn't deny the soothing melody and heartfelt lyrics, which she began singing into the emptiness of Killian's apartment.
Emma didn't notice when Killian returned back into the apartment, carrying the dirty dishes from dinner. And she didn't notice it when he came to stand beside the piano, watching her play. And she didn't notice how he smiled at her, seeing how the music seeped into her veins and her blood and her very soul.
Even though Emma was much more of a rock music kind of girl, she couldn't resist Alicia Keys' soulful voice. It had taken her a long time to get the piano down perfectly, but now whenever she had the chance, Emma had to play it. She smiled as she sang one of her favorite songs, glancing up as she finally realized Killian was standing beside her.
Some people want diamond rings
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain't got you, yeah
Emma didn't really realize that she meant ever single word of the song until she finished it, looking up at those blue eyes. She wasn't in love with him-no, it was too soon for that. But Emma knew that she couldn't live without him. It wasn't only because he was her soul mate; it was because it was him. Killian didn't treat her like some lowly civilian when he was a huge celebrity. He treated like they were equals. He didn't push her when she didn't want to be pushed. Killian understood her, as if he had been through all of it before.
They were like kindred spirits.
Killian took Emma's hand from the piano keys and helped her up from the piano bench, having her stand toe-to-toe with him. She audibly gulped as she looked up at his eyes and he was so close, his lips just an inch or two from hers. Just one small movement and she would be kissing him, finally feeling those lips under hers, just as she had always wanted to. She could see the slight darkening of Killian's eyes and Emma knew that he wanted it too.
Emma slowly stepped forward a small centimeter and her heart began pounding again, just as it always did in his company. His hands folded in each of hers and her skin hummed at the contact, even though Emma was nervous that he could feel the sweatiness on her palms. She was sure that Killian could hear her heart slamming against her ribs, but she couldn't find a reason to care, not with how close she was to those lips and she was just already so caught up in him-
"I think it's time that you go," Killian spoke, stepping back from Emma but his hands remaining in hers.
"Why?" Emma asked, taken aback because she obviously must've misread something and he didn't want this and fuck this is bad-
"Because I'm trying to be a gentleman, but I'm having very untoward thoughts."
Oh.
Oh.
Emma blushed as she stepped closer to him again, smirking because oh she felt powerful now. "Really? Like what, Killian?"
Killian visibly gulped as his hands tightened around Emma's. "I'd very much like to kiss you, Emma Swan."
And even though Emma knew that was what he would say, her heart pounded in her chest again. She didn't trust her voice, so she just whispered, "Then do it."
And he did it.
Killian stepped forward and released his hands from Emma's, moving them to hold Emma's face in his hands as he forcefully kissed her. Emma's arms wrapped around his waist and she stepped closer to him as his tongue swept across her bottom lip. Emma gasped into his mouth and Killian took the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth, tangling her tongue with his in a dance only the two of them knew. The fire that had been building inside of Emma all night was finally burning free, flowing through her hands as they clawed into his waistcoat and through her tongue as she returned the favor.
Killian groaned and his fingers tightened in Emma's hair, stepping her backward just an inch, as he pulled her head closer to his. Emma bit down on his bottom lip and she heard a muffled 'bloody hell' as her body was continued to be pushed backwards. Their noses bumped awkwardly as Killian tilted his head to change the direction of the kiss, his tongue darting into Emma's mouth again. Her heart was hammering against her chest in a bruising rhythm, her breathing heavy because holy fuck this kiss was better than she could've possibly imagined.
Emma gasped when her back hit the side of the piano and Killian continued to press himself against her. She could feel the thickness of his erection against her stomach and Emma's self-control was wavering because never had she wanted to fuck someone more than she wanted to in this moment, with how he was kissing her with reckless abandon, as if it would mean certain death if he stopped. Emma's hands found their way to the top of Killian's waistcoat and they were tingling with anticipation as they found the first button.
That was when Emma realized that she needed to stop now if she really didn't want to pillage and plunder on the first date.
(Even though it was such a temptation.)
Emma pulled her lips away from Killian's (and she didn't notice how he chased after hers, unable to stop the kiss), breathing heavily and she should be completely embarrassed about it but she just got the shit kissed out of her and she was going to be on cloud nine for days. "I think I should go. Before we both do something that would undeniably be fantastic, but would be far too soon."
Killian chuckled and his voice was thick with desire, which sent a bolt of lust down to Emma's thighs and fuck her self-control was unstable right now. His thumbs caressed Emma's cheeks as he lifted his head from hers. "Perhaps you're right. It would be marvelous."
Emma laughed and looked at those eyes, still dark with hunger. She dropped her hands from the top of his waistcoat and placed them on his waist, in a much safer spot. "Will I see you tomorrow?"
Killian shook his head and her heart fell. "I work late tomorrow, most likely. But, I'll see you Friday night. I promise."
"I'll save you a song, captain," Emma repeated from that text she sent the first day they hung out at his trailer.
Killian smiled as he stepped back an inch. "And I look forward to hearing it, Swan."
Emma dropped her hands from his waist as Killian (reluctantly) lets go of Emma. He helps her slide her shoes back on and walk back to the front door with her clutch in hand, where she was sure she had a few texts or missed calls (probably from Ruby and Mary Margaret since she hadn't seen them in a month). Emma looked back at Killian and began shrugging off the leather jacket he gave to her.
"Keep it. It looks better on you," Killian told her and damn this man for making her heart beat like this.
Emma nibbled on her bottom lip (and she definitely saw how his eyes darkened that time). "I'll see you Friday."
Emma gripped his waistcoat and pulled him forward pressing an insistent kiss against his lips. But she left it just there because she didn't trust herself with deepening the kiss, especially with how her libido was raring to go.
"Don't forget about me," Emma teased as she placed her hand on the doorknob.
"I wouldn't dare," Killian replied quietly as he smiled, watching her leave through the door.
(And if that kiss kept her up all night, she was definitely fine by it.)
Not five minutes after Emma left, Killian left to go take care of himself in the bathroom. He couldn't get the image of Emma pressing herself against him and the sound of her moans out of his head. Even from all of the thoughts he had of how kissing Emma would feel, his imagination completely failed in comparison to the real thing. He didn't think her skin would be so soft and that her hair would be so fine between his fingers, or that her lips would be so bloody perfect and that it would bring him to his knees.
It was probably a good idea that Emma had left when she said. Killian knew that his resolve had weakened the instant he saw Emma in that dress, as stunning as she was. He took a deep breath as he relaxed in his bed, folding his hands behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. Killian was completely wrapped around this woman's finger, already missing her presence, even if she left just a short while ago.
Killian was still surprised that she had told him about her parents, knowing how she liked to keep things locked up inside. He was grateful that she had steered the conversation away from his slipup about his mother and he felt as though she understood that there were parts of his past that he didn't want to speak of.
Kindred spirits indeed.
Killian moved his hand from behind his head and touched his lips, where they still burned from the contact with Emma's lips. Once Emma gave him permission to kiss her (he always was a gentleman, even if he wanted something that badly), he couldn't hold back. And Emma didn't seem to protest much by it, to be entirely honest.
Killian sighed because he wanted to tell somebody about how his life was changing completely, but he knew Liam and Jenny would be in bed by now (or at least busy with Amelia) and no one else knew the specifics about his relationship with Emma. And he was not going to risk telling someone about their soul mate connection just yet, not when it was so early and their relationship was still fragile.
Killian found himself excited to tell the world about Emma, whenever they came to that point. He wanted to shout it from the rooftops and let it echo throughout the city. He wanted to tell everybody, but Killian knew that it had to wait.
And he'd wait for forever if Emma wanted him to.
(Bloody hell, he was completely under her spell.)