Have some more fluff before we all die from the new episode. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy. P.S. You have to be patient just a little bit longer for Killian to reveal the truth about his hand to Emma.

Emma is standing in the train hallway, her hand resting on Killian's shoulder while they wait for the opportunity to get off, and even though her stomach is in knots, she's not as frightened as you'd expect a blind girl to be at the idea of jumping off a moving train.

"Don't worry, Swan", Killian tells her for the third time, his body shifting as he turns toward her and she tilts her head back when she smiles and reassures him that she's not worried.

"I trust you", she says and feels the train slowing down, her muscles tightening as she gets ready for what's going to follow.

Killian opens the door and cold air rushes in, Emma's hand losing the contact with his shoulder for a moment as he descends the steep steps, then reaches for her hand again.

"Let the railing go and get on the first step; I'll do the rest", he says, his shoes crunching on gravel as he walks next to the train.

Emma does as he'd told her and experiences a brief moment of panic when he tugs her forward, but then his arms are wrapped around her and he eases her down on solid ground, her heart-rate quickly returning to normal.

"You alright, love?" Killian asks her softly, his left arm still around her, his hand arranging her hair on her shoulder.

"It was kind of… thrilling", she tells him and rests her palms against his chest, his warm breath fanning her nose when she tips her head back as if looking at him.

Killian chuckles, the sound vibrating through her palms, and she wonders if he wants to kiss her as much as she wants to kiss him.

"We should get going", he tells her and unwinds his arm from around her waist, positioning himself on her left so that she can take his elbow. "It's a field, so make sure you don't drag your feet."

Emma nods and after a few tentative steps she realizes that he's not going to let her stumble, often leading her around holes just to make it easier on her; she relaxes and inhales the fresh air, then slides her fingers down Killian's arm, slipping her hand in his.

"How many hothouses do you have?" She asks and Killian perks up, telling her how there was none at all when he bought the farmhouse and how he built the two he has himself. "You're good with your hands, then?"

"I try", Killian says, and there's a strange quality to his voice that gives her pause, but then they arrive on the gravel road and he leads her up rickety steps and into his house. "Would you like coffee or tea to warm up a little first?"

"I thought you brought me here to smell your flowers", Emma says and beams in Killian's direction, unbuttoning her coat because the house is pleasantly warm.

"I did, but we have plenty of time", he promises and she surrenders her coat and hat, leaving her cane in the pocket where it's been since they got on the train.

And so Killian makes Emma coffee that's a little weak but smells amazing, and she asks him the question that's been on her mind since she had learned about his past.

"Why did you decide to become a florist?"

"Doesn't seem like a natural choice after the glamorous life of crime, does it?" He says and sets his cup of tea back on the table, making Emma wonder what his eyes would betray if she could see him; he sounds stoic, but she doubts he really is.

"You don't have to tell me if-"

"My mother had a shop a lot like the one I have now", Killian says and Emma sips her coffee, her fingers sliding against the table until they encounter his forearm, the wool of his sweater tickling her as she follows his arm to his hand.

She traces the lines of his palm with her fingertips and he releases a soft sigh that makes her redouble her efforts to offer his comfort, her fingers filling the spaces between his to encourage him to go on.

"Liam and I grew up helping her and after she died, he took over", Killian says and Emma senses that he's not ready to tell her everything yet, so she steers the conversation from whatever had happened in England that made him move all the way across the ocean.

"And once you settled here, you decided to open your own shop?" She asks and wonders if he forgets himself with her and nods, wishing she could see his expressions more than she wishes she could see him.

"It took me a while, but I figured it out", he says softly and rubs the back of her hand with his thumb, probably lost in memories.

"Your mother and brother would be proud of you", Emma says and releases her coffee cup, tracing his long, elegant fingers with her own.

"Do you think so?" He asks, and he sounds so hopeful, so eager for approval that emotion fills her throat and makes it impossible to speak.

Emma nods and explores his fingers, discovering tiny scars that he'd probably gotten from handling thorny roses, and she's overcome with the most ridiculous urge to press her lips against the ones that feel most painful.

"There's a tattoo between my thumb and index finger", he tells her and Emma touches it, realizing that she had mistaken it for one of the scars in her earlier explorations.

"I'm not sure what it is", she admits as she follows the contours that feel like a circle with a line piercing it. "An apple and an arrow?"

"A heart with a dagger through it", Killian says and Emma knows without a shadow of a doubt that there is somebody in his past that had hurt him as much as Neal had hurt her.

"I have a flower", she tells him and pulls up the cuff of her shirt to show him, his finger instantly tracing it the way she had just done to him.

"A buttercup", he says and she grins, shivering from the rush of his skin against hers.

She is so acutely aware of his closeness, of the ocean scent of him and his warmth that she loses herself a little and misses what he had said.

"What?"

"I asked you what it meant."

"It's to remember somebody from long ago… A friend who abandoned me when I needed her most", Emma says, wondering where Lily might be now and if she ever misses their friendship.

"I'm sorry."

"People always leave", Emma says with a shrug and hopes she doesn't feel as bitter as she feels.

"That has been my experience as well", Killian tells her and she is glad that he doesn't try to promise her that he won't do that to her.

It's not something you can promise without being some kind of a psychic who's able to see the future.

"Ready for all the flowers I want to show you?" He asks and Emma lets him pull her to her feet, then lays her hand on his arm and follows him through the house and into fragrant Wonderland.

Killian leads Emma from plant to plant, watching her lean in to smell their blooms, her hands gently cupping flowers and her fingers smoothing over leaves, his heart feeling so full of affection that he's afraid it might burst.

"And this?" She asks every time she encounters something unfamiliar and he tells her the name and makes sure to describe the colors as best as he can, even showing off a little with the Latin name.

"Cymbidium parishii?" Emma repeats, and traces her index finger along the petal of one of the orchids they are standing next to.

"Exactly like that", Killian says and she looks so proud of herself he decides against teasing her for her accent. "Would you like to help me move it to another pot so you can take it home with you?"

"Can I have the one you showed me before instead? The "Best Pink" one?" She ask tentatively as if he might say no, and he wonders if she would be more aware of the depth of his devotion if she could see.

He would let her take all the flowers currently growing in both his hothouses if it would please her, and he's sure it must show on his face and in his eyes every time he looks at her.

"Of course you can, love", he says and leads her back to the desired orchid, then tells her to lay her hand on his to get an idea of what he's doing when he scoops the flower out along with the soil surrounding it.

His heart skips a beat when she touches him, then speeds up when her left hand finds his fake one; he's wearing a glove to protect it and Emma doesn't seem to notice that it's not real underneath the worn leather, and together they get the orchid out and put it in a small pot, packing in more soil around it.

"Now you just have to tie the stem to a support and we're done", Killian says and hands her a long plastic wire before he rummages in a drawer of the worktable for some string.

"Are you sure I should be doing this?" Emma asks and Killian is on the verge of telling her about his hand once again, but he just can't make his lips say the words.

I only have one hand.

It sounds awful even just in his head, and he continues to deceive her even though it makes him feel like the worst human around.

"Your fingers are slimmer and more graceful than mine. You'll do better", he tells her and she looks pleased with his compliments, applying herself to the task at hand, her brow furrowed in concentration.

Killian is afraid to speak until she's done, and she steps back as if admiring her handiwork before she reaches for his hand as if needing reassurance that he's still there.

"Well then, Swan. What do you think of my humble enterprise?"

"I think it's wonderful", Emma answers without hesitation and steps a little closer to him, her body swaying into his and her free hand resting on his bicep even as she entwines their fingers.

"Worth jumping out of a moving train?" He asks and she grins, resting her head against his shoulder with a content sigh.

"Worth doing it with your eyes closed", she says and nuzzles the side of his neck with her nose, then stands on tiptoes so that their faces are only an inch apart, her hand cupping his cheek before she slowly leans in for a kiss.

Killian closes his eyes and gives himself over to sensation, to the feel of her soft, moist lips pressing first against his jaw, then his mouth, both of them moaning softly at the contact, his arms going around her waist without a moment's hesitation when she releases his hand so that she can slide her fingers into his hair.

They kiss for what feels like an age, their tongues finding each other and Emma's hips pressing snugly against his own, her back arching when he deepens the kiss and does his best to make her as needy as he feels right now.

The fact that she doesn't shy away from his evident arousal gives him hope that she won't attempt to pull away when they inevitably come up for air, and Killian continues kissing her as if the rest of the world had stopped existing because nothing matters to him aside from the fact that she's finally in his arms.

When they finally pull apart it's because they are both too breathless and wound up to keep going without taking things much further than a kiss, but they remain standing with foreheads pressed, Emma's hands braced on his shoulders and her eyes still closed.

"Thank you, Killian", Emma says, and even though he's not certain if she's thanking him for the kiss or the flowers, he reassures her that she's very welcome. "Didn't you promise to cook me lunch?"

"Indeed I did. And there's apple pie for dessert", he tells her and kisses her nose, then presses another long but more restrained kiss to her lovely lips before guiding her around with his bad arm around her waist so that he can pick up her orchid and carry it into the house for now.

Emma looks perfectly content and heart-stoppingly beautiful, her hair mussed from his fingers and her lips swollen from his kisses, but what gets him the most is how brightly green her eyes are, furthering the illusion that she can see him when she turns her head and gives him a smile.

But then again, maybe she can see him much better than anybody else ever did.

Maybe she can see only the things that matter.

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