Sorry for the late update nursing school is kicking my ass this week, hope you guys like he chapter!
"What the hell? You're doin' what now?" Will says shocked looking from Killian to Robin. The band is sitting in the small studio Killian has in his house.
"I'm pretending to date Emma Swan," Killian repeats.
"That's what I thought you said, but I wanted to make sure before I told you how stupid that is," Will raises his voice at them.
"Regina says this is how we get a Grammy. It's improving my image, which will be better for the band in the long run," Killian explains.
"I understand why you're doin' it. What I don't get is why the hell you didn't talk him out of this?" Will asks Robin, who looks confused.
"I wasn't aware I had to," Robin says, affronted. Killian runs a hand through his hair, this is not going as well as they had hoped.
"You've made some bad decisions, but I must say this takes the cake. As a band I get why this is good, but you're goin' to get hurt. Mark my words this will end badly," Will says, anger evident not only in his words, but in his voice.
"No it won't. This is a good thing," Robin says.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you when this was happening, but it's not like I had much of a choice," Killian says bitter. He knew Will would be upset, but Killian didn't think he would be like this. Will doesn't say anything for a minute. He grabs the paperwork Regina dropped off. He uncaps the pen and scribbles his name on the dotted line.
"I know. I've got to go. I'll be here tomorrow for practice," Will confirms before storming out. Regina charges in after he leaves.
"He signed it?" she asks and the two men nod, "I'm guessing he didn't take it well."
"No he did not, but not for the reasons we thought," Killian spits out. Regina looks to Robin for an explanation.
"We thought he'd be mad about finding out last. In reality he thinks this is a bad idea," Robin shakes his head.
"He'll come around. He just needs to wrap his head around it," Regina tries to reassure them.
"I hope he does," Killian sighs.
-KEKE-
"A date?" Emma asks annoyed. She's sitting in Mary Margaret and David's kitchen.
"Yes, he's taking you to dinner somewhere nice. I'll help you pick out something to wear," MM says with a smile, she was enjoying this way too much for Emma's liking.
"Ems you knew this would happen, stop whining," David tells her. She rolls her eyes, but stops.
"When?" she asks.
"Tonight," David tells her quickly.
"What? You could've told me before now!" she huffs.
"Why? This way you complain less and are nervous for less amount of time. It's not like you have any plans tonight anyway," he says with a look. Sometimes she swears he's her brother, the one she never had.
"What if I did?" she asks with her arms crossed.
"If you did you'd have to cancel because of the contract," he informs her and she sighs letting it go.
"You said that you guys wanted to tell me two things, so what's the other thing?" she asks calming down a bit. The married couple share a look and David wraps an arm around Mary Margaret.
"I'm pregnant!" she squeals. Emma's jaw drops and she springs up.
"Congratulations! Oh I'm so happy for you," Emma says as she wraps Mary Margaret into a hug. She hugs Emma back.
"Thanks," she tells her friend as they pull apart. Tears are in Mary Margaret's eyes.
"Hey, no crying," Emma scolds her.
"These damn hormones. I promise I'm trying not to," Mary Margaret says, frustrated. Emma hands her a tissue, which she gladly accepts. Emma turns her attention to David. She gives him a hug too.
"You're going to be a dad," she smiles as they pull apart.
"I know, I'm not going to lie I'm terrified and all these baby books aren't helping," he sighs.
"You guys will be great parents. Hell you practically raised me, so I think you're ready," she teases him and he just scoffs.
"Thanks Ems," he smiles.
"Alright we need to head back to your place if you're going to be ready on time," MM orders out the front door. David and Emma exchange a look before Emma allows her friend to practically shove her out the door.
"You know it's okay to be nervous," MM says in the car.
"I'm not nervous," Emma lies through her teeth.
"Emma, I know you better than that. You're nervous," MM scolds her. The car is moving inch by inch in LA traffic and Emma really wants to be out of the car, away from this conversation. They're likely to stuck in this car for another hour at the least. There's no escaping the conversation.
"I'm not good at this dating thing. I have no clue why we thought this contract was a good idea," she mumbles.
"You're doing fine. I know it was your idea to kiss him the morning after the party. You're better at this than you think. Go eat, drink, and have a good time," Mary Margaret says with a smile.
"I'll try," Emma groans.
"That's all we want. Have you thought about what you're going to wear?" she asks her friend.
"No because I know you already have an outfit in mind," Emma smirks.
"Damn right I do," MM says full of pride. The girls make back to Emma's cosy beach house with just enough time to get ready. Killian shows up right at seven.
"What the hell? Of course he's on time, the bastard," Emma curses him because she definitely isn't ready.
"I'll go let him in, we're almost ready," MM says leaving the room. Emma moves towards the door of her bathroom listening.
"Hi, I'm Mary Margaret, Emma's friend. She's almost ready, do you mind waiting here?" MM asks at a rapid speed.
"Of course," he says. Emma hears the front door shut and Mary Margaret's feet on the stairs. Mary Margaret puts the finishing touches on her friends makeup and Emma grabs her clutch and they move downstairs.
Killian catches Emma coming down her stairs and he swears his heart stops in his chest. Her blonde locks swept up in a ponytail. She's in a stunning black jumpsuit that makes her legs look even longer than they already are.
"Swan, I must say you clean up quite nicely," he compliments her. Her eyes rake over his body. He's wearing a dark navy suit with a white shirt, unbuttoned of course to show off his chest hair.
"You're not so bad yourself, Jones," she grins.
"Well you kids have fun tonight. I'm out of here," Mary Margaret smiles, giving Emma a kiss on the cheek before running out the door.
"Drive safe," Emma calls out.
"Well Swan, want to get this show on the road?" he asks offering her his arm. She rolls her eyes and accepts it.
"Lead the way," she tells him. He even opens the car door for her and he almost combusts right there when he sees just how low the back of her jumpsuit goes. Most of her back exposed, a thin strap of material at her shoulders holding the two halves together.
The drive to the restaurant is short and quiet. Of course when they get to the restaurant there are a few paparazzi to capture their entrance. When they start shouting rude things at Emma, Killian protectively places a hand on her lower back and guides her into the restaurant. It's a sweet gesture, one Emma might be mad about under usual circumstances. She decides to let it go. As soon as they enter they are whisked away to a circular booth in the middle of the dining area, a good spot for many people to see them. Emma will hand it to Regina she certainly knows what she's doing.
"Are they always so awful to you?" Killian asks her as soon as they're seated.
"Who?" Emma asks confused.
"Paparazzi," he says.
"Were they being awful?" she asks and he nods, "In all honestly I don't listen to what those vultures have to say anymore."
"Then you're better at blocking them out then I am," he sighs. The waiter comes over and takes their drink orders.
"It's been out of necessity."
"That's unfortunate. How was your day?" he asks her. Her brow furrows and she looks at him like he's insane.
"We don't have to do this," she states. Now it's his turn to be confused.
"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean, love," he says.
"We don't have to do this whole how was your day thing. This isn't you know," she alludes to the last part because a waiter comes by with their drinks. Once he leaves Killian answers her.
"Darling, this will be easier for you if it looks like we're having a nice, engaging date," her jaw clenches at this and that's when it hits him, "Love, when was the last time you were on a date?" he asks.
"It's been a while," she says bitterly, before sipping her whisky.
"Ah well that is the problem. Usually pleasant conversation is exchanged on a date. Circumstances are different between us, but us being friends and knowing each other will make this work. Now, how was your day?" he asks with a cocky smile. She sighs, the smug bastard. She knows he's right she just doesn't want him to be. Emma knows she needs to at least let him be closer to her. They have to appear as a happy couple, she needs to trust him, she needs to at least try.
"It was great actually. David and Mary Margaret are having a baby," she smiles, "how was yours?"
"Well congratulations to the happy parents. Not as good unfortunately. What we discussed about Will at my party, we told him that today. Needless today Will's a little upset," he tells her.
"I'm sorry to hear that, but he's still talking to you?" she asks.
"Yes he is. It's better this way than if he found out later it would be a disaster. He'll get over it," he shrugs. Killian doesn't have the heart to tell her that Will thinks this endeavour is a terrible idea. Regina was right, Will just needs some time to come around to this.
"Good to hear," she raises her glass, "to friendships." He raises his glass and gently taps her glass.
"To friendships," he repeats and they drink. He can see her struggle to allow herself to open up to him. She has sky high walls, but what he said is true. If David and Regina truly want them to be a PDA couple she needs to be comfortable with him. If she wants this to work she needs to trust him. He can tell she's trying, but she needs to actually do it. If that requires a push from him then so be it. They both need this to work.
"Any word on who the next Bond is going to be?" he asks, hoping she'll be more likely to chat about work.
"Yeah they released his name today. Graham Humbert, have you heard of him?" she asks him. Killian laughs.
"Yeah, I know him. We have some mutual friends, but I haven't seen him in a couple years. He was always nice enough," he explains.
"Good to know. I have to audition to see if we have chemistry, but if it goes well, I guess it will be official," she informs him.
"Best of luck," he nods, "So I've been meaning to ask, are you and David related?" She chuckles.
"No, we get that a lot though. I've known him for so long and he may act like my brother, but no blood relation," she explains. He nods and the rest of the date goes much like this, simple small talk. She even agrees to share a desert with him at the end of the night. Slowly through the meal they have inched closer and closer towards each other.
"There's a camera on us, I've got an idea," Killian whispers and she just gives him a sly smile.
"What is it?"
"You've got chocolate on your face... let me get it for you," he says in a questioning tone and she nods. He respects her boundaries and she probably likes him more than she should. Whenever she tries to keep him at arms length he just pushes past it.
His finger drags across the corner of her lip, collecting all the chocolate on the tip of his finger. He proceeds to lick the chocolate off his finger and Emma would be lying if she didn't find it incredibly hot and a turn on.
"Christ, you really want to put on a show for them," she whispers.
"Swan, you gotta give them something to talk about," he whispers in her ear, "If you really want to put on show, you could kiss me," he teases her.
"Oh please you couldn't handle it," she scoffs.
"I'm starting to think you're the one who couldn't handle it," he says with emphasis on the last syllable. Oh she'll show him. Without thinking she grabs the lapels of his suit and pulls him towards her. They are a mess of teeth, tongue, and lips. They find their rhythm with one of his hands on her the exposed skin of her low back, the other one at the base of her neck. His lips are softer than she ever imagined and she would be lying if she hadn't imagined kissing him. Fuck he knows how to kiss. What feels like hours later, but in reality was only a few minutes later the kiss dissipates and they release each other. Killian's fingers linger over his lips.
"That was…" he mutters, looking to her with her pupils blown wide.
"For the camera," she says after clearing her throat. He can read her and knows that meant something. She's guarded and he's sure she has her reasons, but she can't act like that meant nothing. What it actually meant is something else entirely. He'll wait, it's not like either one of them can go anywhere for a year.
"Aye, ready to go?" he asks her abruptly and she nods. Before she can say anything about the check he takes out a wad of cash and lies it on the table before standing. She follows them out and there are even more paparazzi. She curses under her breath, wishing for once they could just leave her the hell alone.
The valet brings the car around quickly before they venture out into the crowd of vultures. The ride back is silent. Emma definitely shouldn't have kissed him. She knew they had to kiss at some point, but like a peck or something. Not whatever the hell that was. She shouldn't have kissed him like that. Once they reach her front door, she finally turns to face him.
"Thanks for tonight, Jones," she says curtly.
"Of course, until the next date Regina arranges," he says and she chuckles. He takes her hand and brushes his lips against the back of her hand. She blushes knowing she probably should've stopped him, but she didn't have the heart to stop him. She definitely likes him too much. They bid each other goodnight and she heads inside. He knows that there is something there, something between them he'll be ready and willing whenever she is.
Once the door shuts she leans against it. He'll only wreck her if she lets him. She has to be more careful. No matter how much she wants to, she cannot kiss him like that again.
Emma looks down at her phone and David has called her 3 times and MM has been texting her nonstop. She frowns and calls him back. He answers on the first ring.
"David, I just got home. What could it possibly be?" she says, before he can.
"The pictures from the restaurant are all over social media and I'm sure tabloids will carry it in the morning. I just wanted to check in and see how you're doing. We haven't talked about the PDA part of this really," David says concerned.
"I know, but I'm really okay with it. It was a spur of the moment thing, don't worry about it," she tells him.
"As long as you're okay with it," he says, "Remember that audition is tomorrow, so I'll be there to pick you up at nine."
"Sure thing I'll be ready," she confirms.
"Please for my sanity answer MMs texts, she might explode if you don't," he says weary.
"Only for your sanity," she jokes before they both hang up.
MM: Emma! You kissed him! Not that I blame you I mean look at him! Time stamped at 8:15 pm.
MM: I need details you need to tell me about that kiss. The pictures make it look steamy. Was it? Time stamped 8:20 pm.
MM: It's rude to hold out on your best friend… Time stamped at 8:25 pm.
Emma: MM, I just got home and saw your messages. And a lady never kisses and tells ;) Emma chuckles knowing that will drive her best friend crazy.
MM: That's just mean and you know it! Seriously come on.
Emma: All I'll say is the pictures don't lie… she sends off to MM before turning in for the night.
The thing is Emma really tries to sleep that night. The funny thing is even no matter how bad you want sleep sometimes it never comes. Around midnight she wanders towards the porch in the back of the house. The sound of the ocean waves rolling over the sand brings her some tranquility. She's not an idiot, she knows why she can't sleep. The audition and Killian Jones. Emma is usually pretty nervous before an audition, but that was always a good thing, it kept Emma on her toes. Add Killian into the mix and it was enough to keep her up. She doesn't quite know what to do with him, part of her want to pin him against a wall and have her way with him. Another part of her wants to run as far and as fast as possible because he's too good to be true. He's a threat to her carefully crafted walls. There's nothing she can do about that though because the contract has them together for a year.
Around one Emma manages to drag herself back to bed to hopefully get some much needed sleep.
-KEKE-
The audition the next morning goes way better than Emma's expectations. Graham is nice and professional, and even better they definitely have on screen chemistry.
"If it's up to me, I'd tell them to pick you," Graham tells her.
"Oh really?" she asks, surprised.
"Definitely, every other girl focused on just throwing herself on me and nothing else," he says awkwardly.
"Oh yeah beautiful women throwing themselves on you must've been a terrible burden for you," she jokes.
"You have no idea," he teases her. The director calls for them to do one last scene. Emma is a little unsure of it, but the director, Zelena is thrilled with it.
"Emma, Graham that was exactly what we're looking for. Emma, tell your agent we'll be sending over your contract in the morning," Zelena informs her before walking away.
"Looks like we'll be seeing a lot more of each other," Graham tells her.
"It appears so," she agrees.
"Listen, I'm having a little get together on Friday to celebrate all of this with some friends. You're more than welcome to join us," he says. Shit, is he hitting on her?
"I've got plans that night with my boyfriend, so I can't make it," she shrugs, hoping to let him down easy.
"You're with Killian Jones, right?" he asks, kindly. Huh maybe he wasn't hitting on her. I mean he knows she's "with" someone else.
"Yes," she smiles.
"We've met before, I'd like to catch up with him. Why don't you two swing by if you can?" he asks her.
"Sure, I'll see if we can," she agrees not wanting to seem rude. Also Regina and David will like the idea probably. It will give them more exposure as a couple. They exchange numbers and she promises to let him know if her and Killian can come by.
"I've got to go, but it was nice to meet you, Graham," she says.
"You too, Emma." He waves as she walks out the door. David is on the phone in the waiting room. He ends the call when he sees her.
"How'd it go?"
"Zelena said the contract would be sent over tomorrow morning," she smiles.
"Oh Ems, that's great! We should go out tonight and celebrate," David cheers as they head towards the door.
"We should. Call Regina when we get in the car," she whispers the last sentence. David frowns, but nods.
Once the car door shuts David calls Regina and puts the phone speaker.
"Regina speaking," the agent says curtly.
"It's David. Emma insisted on calling you," David explains. Emma rolls her eyes at her dramatic friend.
"Miss Swan?" Regina questions sounding irritated with this entire phone call.
"Graham Humbert invited Killian and I to party on friday. I figured you two would want us to go," Emma explains.
"Good idea, Miss Swan. The exposure would be good for you two. Any objections?" Regina asks quickly.
"None," David confirms.
"Alright, I'll be in touch," Regina confirms before hanging up. David turns to Emma.
"He invited both of you?" David asks, suspicious.
"They know each other and he knew I'm dating him. He's just being friendly," she shrugs, hoping beyond hope that she's right about her new co-star.
"Look at you making friends," he nudges her.
"Oh shut up, dad," she jokes, nudging him back. Killian and her are going to a party what could go wrong? And the answer to that was just about everything.