"Wow!" She said.
The place he had brought her to was an apartment, probably his. She went to the large windows. Even if they were closed, she could smell the salty water and could feel the wind coming from the sea. From there, she could see the stars.
"It's breath taking." She told her lover.
He came closer to her and put his arms around her waist, softly kissing her neck.
"Im happy you like it." He said. "I made dinner."
"You really are the perfect man." She whispered to him. "I'd like to have dessert first, though."
She looked at him with sparely eyes. Clearly expressing what she wanted.
"We could arrange that." He said.
He showed her the way to the bedroom. As they were walking toward the bed, Emma stopped him. Slowly bringing her lips closer to his. As they shared a kiss, she unbuttoned his shirt. For the first time, she was able to feel his heart beat under her palm.
He put his right hand on her back and brought her closer to him. He locked his lips on hers. He unbuckled his belt, never letting his lips away from hers for very long. He could feel her cold hands on his now naked back. He smiled. Nothing had ever felt that good to him.
She pulled back, passing her dress over her shoulders. She shook her head a little, her blonde hair flying around, framing her face. She bit her lips, the man in front of her was looking at her with all the tenderness in the world. She let her hand travel to his lower body part. She ripped his boxer off him. He looked down at her. Looking at her breast like it was an oeuvre d'art.
Bringing her mouth closer to his hear, she whispered to him.
"Make love to me."
He rolled on top of her, letting his magic work.
~latter on~
They were laying in bed, their naked bodies agains each other's. Feeling like nothing else existed except them. Nothing mattered most right now. She felt his breath against her neck like a tickle there to make her feel safe.
She finally felt like she was home, like she was safe. With him. It had been such a long time since she felt that. She was happier than she ever was. Close to him she felt like everything in her life now made sense.
"We should maybe eat before I have to leave." Emma suggested.
Killian sat on his bed. He gave her a kiss on the check and took his jeans and put them on. He playfully trow Emma's dress on her.
"Get up sleeping beauty."
She smiled at him. Nothing felt more right at that time. She dressed up and joined him at the kitchen table. He gave her a plate on which was disposed a club sandwich with a salad and some fries. It wasn't classy, but she knew he had made it himself and that made it better. She look at her phone to see if her son had texted her. No messages showed up on her screen so she closed it.
"How's your boy?" Killian asked her.
"I don't know, but since he didn't respond I assume he's fine."
He leaned in to kiss her. Their lips locked on each other's. She smiled between two kisses. He leaned back and looked at her with his sparely eyes.
"What?" She asked.
"If your boy is okay, maybe you could stay the night?"
"You know I'd like too, but I have to be there when he wakes up tomorrow." She said smiling.
~one hour later~
It was time for Emma to go back to her apartment. Killian helped her put her letter jacket on. They went outside to his motorcycle. They sat on it and she putted her arms around his waist and rested her head on his shoulder. She whispered something in his ear and he smiled.
When they got to her apartment, he helped her get of the motorcycle like a gentlemen. He put his one hand on her waist and his fake on her back, pulling her closer to him. Her arm where around his neck. He hummed some old song he thought he had heard a million years ago. They started dancing in the middle of the street.
He locked his lips to hers, and the feeling that he had found the one came back to him. He knew that the mistery of her would be the one he would want to spend his life discovering.
"Goodnight, love." He said letting her go.
She walking into the building, got her keys out of her pocket and unlock her door. She closed it and smiled to herself. All she could think of was the feeling of his lips against hers. Lost into her thoughts, she didn't hear her son coming up to her.
"How was it?" He asked. "Did he take you to a restaurant?"
She flinched at the sound of his voice.
"Henry! I thought you were asleep." She looked down at her watch. "It's past midnight, why are you still up?"
"No reason." He said innocently.
She looked at him. He knew she would eventually find out.
"I lost track of time playing my game and then I really wanted to know how it went."
"Just go to sleep kid, you have school tomorrow."
"Yes mom." He responded.
~the next morning~
Emma had just got up, her son was already eating breakfast. She made herself some coffee and opened up the news paper. The first thing she saw where the ads for Christmas. Then she remembered that she hadn't ask her son what he wanted this year.
"Henry, have you been thinking about your Christmas wish list?"
"Not really, I still have plenty of time."
They stayed there in silent, doing their things for a little time before Henry spoke again.
"Have you asked Killian to spend Christmas with us?"
Emma was shocked by the question. She hadn't thought about that at all. She was sure that Killian would probably already have plans. But she wanted to. It was the first time since she had had her son that she really felt a connection with a man.
"The subject didn't came up." She simply said.
"But you've thought about it?"
"Why is so important to you that he spend Christmas with us? It's just another holiday."
"I like him. And he makes you happy."
Emma smiled. Her son liked him. For the first time in years she really felt complete. Maybe she could find happiness. Maybe it wasn't only for other people.
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