Mary Margaret's words hang around in the back of Emma's mind for the entire plane ride. She only manages to get a few hours of sleep on the plane. Emma finally gives up and sits up. Graham is the only other person awake.
"Can't sleep?" Graham asks, passing her a bottle of water. Emma gladly accepts it, finding her mouth dry.
"No, but I can never sleep on planes," she shrugs, "why are you awake?"
"I hate flying," he admits and she chuckles at this.
"No way, you have to travel all the time! How do you do it if you hate it so much?" she wonders.
"I got used it because I had to, but I certainly don't like it," he tells her and she nods.
"Before you got here Zelena was talking about having a more intense filming schedule," Graham comments, breaking the silence.
"More? The schedule is already jam packed," she says an eyebrow raised. Graham and her share a knowing look.
"Have you ever worked with her before?" he asks her.
"No." She shakes her head.
"She's intense. Her movies do well and you'll get noticed by being in one of her movies, but she'll make you work for that attention," he warns her.
"Good to know," she says before sipping her water. They fall into a comfortable silence for the remainder of the flight.
Killian feels like his life has taken a nosedive without Emma, her radio silence is driving him stir crazy even though it's only been a couple days. When Regina tells them the band is set for the tonight show to do some promotion for the album he might just lose it because he doesn't know if he has it in him to fake a smile. One look from Regina tells him he doesn't have much of a choice. So Killian sucks it up and does the interview.
Once the band is there Killian has no idea why he ever doubted if he could do it. Killian, Robin, and Will are old pros at interviews. Regina's trained them well. They rarely get flustered by questions, except apparently when questions are about Emma Swan.
"Now, I'm told that Killian wrote the song you guys are performing tonight?" the host asks. They all nod.
"Yeah we all give input, but he's really the mastermind behind our songs," Robin says.
"I've heard this one is different from your other songs. That it's about being in love, a little slower. Killian, would that have anything to do with a certain blonde movie star?" the host asks again. Killian gets flustered and starts blushing.
"Look at that he's blushin', that's a pretty sure sign from him," Will teases him.
"I never say who songs are about, but recent events have definitely shaped this album. That's all I'm going to say," Killian says with a smirk.
"Oh alright, I'll take what you give me," the host jokes and the interview goes on. Later in the show they perform Since We're Alone and all Killian can think about is Emma Swan, about how much he misses her, about how much he wishes he could make things right between them.
Once they get back in the green room Robin and Will round on him.
"Jones, you never get flustered about questions," Robin says and Will hums in agreement.
"I wasn't ready for questions about Emma," he sighs.
"I told you he wasn't listenin' when Regina was talkin' to us before we went out there," Will snorts.
"Regina said they'd ask about Emma?" he asks his friends. They nod and just look at him like the idiot he is.
"Yes Jones, I did. However your blunder will be taken as you being a lovesick fool, so we're fine," Regina says as she enters the room. They leave not long after that and Killian can't help to think that he is a lovesick fool. Before they all part ways Robin and Will pull him aside.
"We know something is going on with you and Emma. I don't know what happened after the album release party, but we know it didn't end well," Robin starts.
"Don't deny it, you're in a piss poor mood at rehearsals the last few days," Will jumps in and Robin glares at him.
"Anyway we're not blind we know that to know shit hit the fan. Being apart certainly isn't helping the fact. Whatever is going on you'll work it out," Robin gives him a pep talk. Will claps him on the shoulder.
"Thanks," Killian nods, not sure when his every emotion was played out on his face.
Graham wasn't joking around Zelena has them filming morning, noon, and night. Zelena pushes them to their limits and it frustrates Emma to no end. She's knows it's worth it, but it's certainly exhausting. None of this is helped by the fact that when The Black Sails go on The Tonight Show everyone has to tell her about it. David told Emma in case anyone asked her about it, but she wasn't expecting every single person she saw to ask her about it though. She was just trying to get through filming, she's tired and just wants to go back to bed. They're on a lunch break right now, so at least she's sitting down.
"You haven't seen the clip have you?" Graham asks with an eyebrow raised.
"How did you know?" she asks, shocked.
"Your reactions is a little fake. Don't worry I only know because we've been spending far too much time together," he chuckles and she shoves him, "It's believable to everyone else." Silently he hands her his phone with the video pulled up. She watches it and her stomach drops. Oh she guessed Since We're Alone was about her, but to have it confirmed by his blushing, stammering face was something else entirely. God, he cares for her so much and all she does is push him away. She gathers herself together and hands the phone back to Graham.
"Thanks, I'll see you when we start back up?" she asks and he nods with a knowing smile. She runs back to her dressing room and snatches her phone off the table. Her hands shaking she reads the unopened texts from him today
Killian: Good morning, beautiful. Time stamped 7:02 am.
Killian: Have a good day on set, love. Hope you like today's flowers. I was told these lilies symbolize healing. Time stamped 8:12 am.
He never smothers her. He gives her space all while showing her he's thinking of her, that despite this fight he is still there for her. He's sent flowers everyday this week because she's sure he doesn't know what else to do with her radio silence. The flowers were always beautiful and there everyday without fault. Emma grips her phone tighter and thinks about listening to that damned voicemail, but before she can there is knocking at her trailer door. She opens it to find Graham with a sorry look on his face.
"Zelena wants us to start early," he says and she sighs.
"Of course, I'll be out in one moment," she nods and Graham gives her an encouraging smile. The door shuts and she leans against it. She sucks in one last deep breath before leaving her phone behind and heading back out there.
Once they make it through the first week Emma finally gets a couple days off. Naturally being in Paris for the first time Emma goes sightseeing and throughout the city she sees couples in love, everywhere. It makes her think of Killian and how much she misses him. God she's so angry with him and feels hurt and betrayed, but above all that she misses him. She misses smiling at his corny text messages. She misses the goofy pictures he would send her. She misses hearing his voice each night before they went bed, whether it was in person or over the phone they would always talk. Mostly Emma just misses Killian. Sure he's been sending her flowers and a few text messages, but it's nothing like before.
With how much she misses him Emma can't understand why he would hurt her. It doesn't make any sense to her. Maybe Mary Margaret was right, maybe she should listen to him. All while standing beneath the Eiffel Tower seeing the other couples wrapped up in each other she pulls out her phone. She still hasn't listened to his voicemail. She should listen to it. Perhaps she should give him the benefit of the doubt, but he betrayed her. He told other people about her son. On top of that Emma would be fine never seeing Regina again either after she sent a PI after her son, no child needs that.
Emma's thumb hovers over the voicemail, but decides against it. She slips the phone in her back pocket. She's not ready, she won't be for a while. At least that's what she thinks, but later alone in her hotel room and a few glasses of wine later listening to that voicemail is that only thing she can think about. It is the only thing that seems like a good idea. She's used to hearing his voice before bed and this is the only way she'll hear it tonight. She deserves to know why he hurt her, right? Fuck it she mutters to herself before clicking on the voicemail.
"Emma, I know you're upset and angry, but we need to talk. I had no idea what Regina was doing. I absolutely never told her about him. I would've never done that to you. I certainly would've told her that a PI was out of the question. Bloody hell this whole thing is such a mess. Now, you're getting on a plane and I don't want to lose you. Please call me back." He sounds broken and upset. She lays back on her bed in shock, blinking a few times trying to process the information.
Did she jump to the wrong conclusion? Fuck, she should've trusted that he wouldn't have hurt her, not intentionally anyway. Since Neal she's has been so afraid of being hurt that she jumps to all the wrong conclusions and assumes the worst. She finally had a good thing and of course she fucked it up. He's probably incredibly pissed with her now. It's been eight days since he left the voicemail. She should call him though to let him know she knows it wasn't his fault. He deserves far better than her.
The phone rings, rings and rings, until it goes to voicemail. Of course he didn't answer. Killian doesn't want to hear from her. The beep sounds and she sucks in a big breath.
"I-um listened to your message finally and I'm sorry for assuming the worst. We should probably talk about this later or something," finally realizing why he didn't answer she gasps, "I forgot about this stupid time difference, so if you're busy promoting the album I'm sorry. Um call me," she mutters, wanting to end the call as soon as possible due to embarrassment. She hangs up and flings her phone across her plush bed. Deciding she's made enough poor, slightly drunk decisions she crawls under the covers, falling asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Emma groans rolling over wishing she hadn't had that last glass of wine last night. Her head is pounding and the loud knocks at her door aren't helping that. Thump! Thump! Thump! Who the hell would be at her door this early in the morning? She's not filming today Zelena has Graham off doing god knows what today. She drags herself from bed when the steady thumping returns.
"Hold on," she calls out, realizing she stripped out of her clothes either before bed or throughout the night. Emma pulls on a robe and makes her way to her door. She opens it and finds none other than Killian Jones standing there exhausted with bags under his eyes. Her throat dries immediately and her drunken voicemail comes back to her.
"Killian," is all she manages to get out. He looks upset (with every right to be), but he softens at this.
"Emma, did you get my calls? I didn't know if you were here or not," he says sheepishly.
"No, I just woke up, but um come in," she says stepping back and letting him through. The door shuts softly behind them and she turns to him.
"You flew to Paris? What the hell possessed you to do such a thing?" she asks him, the reality of the situation hitting her finally.
"Emma. I called and you didn't answer. What I had to say couldn't wait because I never should have let you go. I should've tracked you down that night and explained everything to you. I had no clue what Regina was doing. Hell, Regina found out about him on her own. I haven't told a soul about your son. I need you to believe me," he pleads with her. Tears spring to her eyes. She can tell he isn't lying.
"I know you didn't do anything. That's why I called. I feel like an idiot for not hearing you out, for not trusting that you wouldn't hurt me." Killian steps forward and takes her in his arms. She clings to him so tightly, not realizing how much she needed him until this very moment. He holds her just as tight.
"Love, I don't blame you. You've been hurt by others, can you just promise if something like this happens again you'll wait for me to explain please? Because I don't know if I can handle losing you," he whispers into her hair. She pulls back and looks him in the eye.
"I promise to hear you out, always. What do you mean you couldn't handle losing me?" she asks him carefully. She places a hand on his chest and looks up into his beautiful blue eyes.
"Oh Emma, don't you know?" she shakes her head, "I'm hopelessly in love with you." It takes her breath away to hear this. Even after this mess of a situation he still wants her. More than that he's in love with her. Before she can think more of it, Emma pulls him to her. His lips finding hers, her hands clutching the lapels of his leather jacket. His hands wrap around her waist pulling her even closer to him causing her to gasp, which allows his tongue to slip through. God, she forgot how good it was to kiss him. She missed it and him. More than he will ever know. When they break apart he is out of breath and still clinging to her tightly.
"In case that didn't translate," she says stroking his cheek with her thumb, "I'm in love with you too." His gaze finds hers and his mouth is slightly open.
"You are?" he asks and she nods. Killian surges forward and captures her mouth with his. He never imagined when he confessed to her how he felt that she would respond in kind. Killian knew that Emma cared for him, but he had no clue how strong her feelings were. My gods he hasn't been this happy ever. Even with Milah it didn't feel like this, which he had carried some guilt around about. He realized that she wouldn't want him to be unhappy about moving on.
Having Emma back in his arms has never felt so right. He hated that he could do nothing other then watch her leave. Killian hated the days without hearing from her, the days of not hearing her voice. Most of all he hated that she had the thought that he would ever hurt her.
Emma pulls on his jacket leading them to the bed. They fall with a soft thump onto the bed, the plush blankets surrounding them. Emma hands slide underneath his jacket working it off. Killian slowly pulls on the tie to her robe then pushing it off of her. He finds she's naked underneath. The rest of his clothes come off hastily and in various directions. Killian's touch sends warm tingling sensations through Emma's body. Their movements are frantic, but my god when he slips his fingers inside her she calls out. She missed him and this.
"Nothing can compare to how you feel love," he whispers in her ear causing her to call out his name. Killian knows Emma loves dirty talk and never misses a chance to whisper dirty things in her ear. His thumb circles her clit with his fingers moving in and out of her. Emma squirms on the bed beneath him.
"I need you," she whimpers, her hand moving to his cock, pumping it up and down slowly. Killian hisses at her contact.
"As you wish, my love," he says pressing a kiss into her soft lips. He withdraws his fingers making sure she can see him licking them clean.
"Do you know how divine you taste?" he asks her and she shakes her head, "My love, there is no better taste in this world." Emma shudders at his words. The damn bastard knows the effect his word have on her. He slides into her slowly causing both of them to moan. When Killian doesn't move at first Emma wriggle beneath him wrapping one leg then another around him. Emma kisses the spot beneath his ear.
"I need you to move," she whispers in his ear. He captures her lips with his and snaps his hips forward. Emma moans into his mouth. His pace is fast and brutal; both of them desperately needing that connection.
"Say it," Killian commands her and Emma knows exactly what he needs to hear.
"I love you," she calls out.
"Gods, I love you too," he groans. He's so close, but he wants her to fall with him. His fingers find her clit and rub it furiously. Emma cries out his name as her walls clench around him. With on final thrust he falls over that edge with her, spilling inside her. They hold onto each other before drifting to sleep.
Emma wakes before Killian does for once. She smiles, pushing his hair back out of his eyes. Emma slips out of bed as quietly as possible. After being on a plane for hours then coming here she lets him sleep. She takes a shower and orders up some room service. When the food comes up she moves her little feast on the balcony (saving some for Killian whenever he decides to wake up).
When Killian wakes he stretches out hoping to find some part of Emma to hold onto. He frowns when he feels the bed is cold he opens his eyes and sits up. He spots Emma sitting on the balcony and smiles. He pulls on his boxers and a t-shirt and joins her. Killian presses a kiss into her hair.
"You're up," she smiles at him and he nods.
"How long was I out for?" he asks.
"A little bit over an hour. I wasn't sure how much you slept on the plane, so I didn't want to wake you. If you're hungry please eat anything here," she says gesturing at all the food in front of them.
"Thank you, love," he says before filling up a plate for himself. They have a lovely breakfast together talking about nothing at all really. Her face falls and she looks out over the balcony.
"Emma, what is it?" he asks her.
"I hurt you and that's the last thing I wanted to do. Killian, I'm so sorry. I never should've left like that," she shakes her head. Killian reaches out and grabs her hand.
"We worked it out. I know you didn't mean to hurt me. This was a misunderstanding, we know better now. Please don't beat yourself up," he tells her before bringing her hand up to his lips.
"How long before you have to go?" she asks him, already dreading his departure.
"Tonight I'm afraid," he says his face falling slightly. She squeezes his hand.
"Then we will have to make the most of today," she smiles. They do just that. Emma takes him to as many of the sights as she can. The couple makes sure stop at the Eiffel tower. Catching a kiss and a picture underneath it. They stop for food along the way of course getting to try true french cuisine together. As the time nears for him to leave for the airport Emma isn't ready to leave him. She holds on tighter. When the cab arrives to take him she pulls him in for one last kiss. She puts everything she can't find the words for into the kiss. They break apart when the cab driver honks the horn. Killian passes him some money asking for just a moment.
"Emma, I'll just be a phone call away. You have four weeks here and then you'll be home again," he reassures her.
"I know, but it doesn't mean I'll miss you any less," she shakes her head.
"And I you. I love you more than anything," he tells her. She smiles at this.
"I love you too." They kiss until he absolutely has to get in the cab. It's hard to let go of him, but she does. Emma stands on the curb watching him drive away until she can no longer see the cab anymore. Killian hates to leave her, but their work is both so important to them, so he knows that she needs to be here for now, just as he has to be in L.A. right now. Even though he knows this it certainly doesn't make it any easier to leave her.