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On her 15th birthday, Emma did, in fact, request that she wear a red dress. Her parents never understood the obsession with wearing a red dress but she'd never tell. She knew the minute Killian would see her in it, he would know it was their secret and only theirs.
She walked out to the grand hall in her dress when Killian was walking down the opposite direction and he dropped the tray he was carrying with a clang.
"Emma?" he asked, with a voice too high an octave, out of pure shock. He cleared his throat, "I mean, Emma? Is that you? Don't you have somewhere to be on a lovely afternoon like this, lass?" She stifled a laugh; he was rambling, something he only did when he was nervous.
"Killian, you're rambling again." She told him. He simply stared and blinked once. "Uh-huh…" he managed to say, still staring.
"You look…" he began, while straightening himself and taking a step closer to her. "You look stunning. It's breathtaking, darling." Emma couldn't help but blush as brightly as her ball gown. Not only had he called her beautiful; he had called her darling. He fixed a strand of her hair and tucked it behind her ear.
In one swift movement, she grabbed his wrists, leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on the lips, then smiled at him. He looked like he'd been hit with a frying pan in the head: dizzy, ecstatic and flustered all at once.
"I'll see you after the ball, Killian. Oh and this is our secret," Emma whispered to him in the quiet hall.
"Like the dress?"
"Yes. Like the dress." She turned around and walked away, with a huge grin on her lips.
He, too, was smiling. He ran a hand through his black hair and laughed quietly to himself. Emma had kissed him. And nothing could ruin his happiness right now.
Months passed in their secret little love game. They would steal kisses whenever no one was looking and he would stay sitting in her room listening to her stories and telling some of his own way into the wee hours of the morning. Snow and Charming never suspected a thing. That made it much easier for the two of them to carry on with this thing they had.
Until the Sea War was declared.