A/N: Summary: Killian Jones tries to put his awkwardness aside so he can ask out Emma Swan.
Killian Jones felt utterly ridiculous as his fingers gripped the bouquet of red roses that his older brother all but shoved in his face before he left through the front door. Liam had basically declared himself his "wing man" right after Killian told him he had some feelings for her, but it wasn't just some, it was huge, almost as if he was in love with her, and some days he believed he was. That is exactly what he can't tell his brother though, how deep he had fallen, and he had no idea if she felt the same way.
Nevertheless, Liam forced him into a tux suit, he never wore a tux, and he also made sure Killian's eyeliner was all rubbed off. He was just asking her out to dinner for crying out loud, but his brother still managed to convince him to dress up as if he was off to his wedding. He never was able to really get her attention before, so maybe his new attire might change that.
Her name was Emma Swan and she was beautiful. She was also his co-worker at Granny's, and you would think it being a small restaurant and all that he would have enough excuses to talk to her, but that was completely not true. It was himself to blame about the fact that their conversations go no further than talking about the chilly weather, or to spice things up, "Wow the weather is finally warming up." "Yep," would be her response.
So when he finds himself in front of the open sign on Granny's door, he begins to have second thoughts. Given all his pathetic failed ways of trying to charm her in the past, what was going to be different this time? His doubts began to take over his mind, and he curses under his breath as he turns around and trudges down the steps. The further he would get away from there, the less his heart would beat out of his chest. That is until…
"Killian?"
Emma.
He wanted to desperately hide the flowers he was still gripping tightly, and he couldn't just keep walking as if she never said anything. That voice, her voice, was the same one that he had heard many times in his dreams and he was not about to regret another encounter with her.
He plasters a small smile on his face and turns around. She was there alright, a few feet away, probably wiping down the tables outside that Granny always complained about being dirty.
He scratched behind his ear more times than he could count in that moment, something he did out of habit when he got nervous, which by now she should have figured out.
"Wow lass… I uh… didn't see you there." Too much pauses, his voice was shaky, her emerald green eyes were staring into his soul. If his brother were here, he would definitely cringe and hopefully distract her so he could run.
"Do you usually dress up like that when you're not in Granny's uniform?" She was making a joke; maybe she hadn't noticed his foolishness yet.
"Just something I was trying on I guess." He really wished his hands would stop trembling.
"Who are the roses for?" She asked this casually, as if it was another small conversation about the weather, and he felt the wilting roses hanging limply at his side as he slowly lost his grip on them.
"They were for," He bends down to pick them up and walks towards her with the flowers leading the way, "… you actually."
She stares blankly at him and that's exactly what he was afraid of.
"I mean I… if you don't want them, then Granny would probably take them-"
"Killian."
"Yes?"
"Thank You." She takes the bouquet of roses out of his hand and smiles at him, "I should get back to work, and you look like you have somewhere to be."
"Emma, I'm actually here because I want to ask you out," He sees her freeze and he doesn't find the look of utter surprise on her face that promising, "To dinner, or something."
"Killian…"
"I mean we don't have to go to dinner if you don't want to, we have lots of other options, like we could go boating, unless you're afraid of drowning then that's probably not a good idea. Do you enjoy Paint bawling? Or maybe something less violent like window shopping, not that I wouldn't buy you anything-"
But he completely lost his train of thought when he felt her lips against his, he felt the need to pull back to make sure he wasn't dreaming, but he couldn't help it when his arms circled around her waist and pulled her as close to him as possible, and when she groaned in response he was pretty sure that was the most sexy thing he had ever heard. The kiss was everything he had imagined it would be and more, and when he smiled into it, she smiled back.
She held on to the collar of his coat and rested her forehead against his when they finally broke the kiss. She was panting hard and her eyes were still closed, which made it the perfect opportunity to just stare at her and take in all her beautiful features.
"So is that a yes then?" He asks hopefully.
"What do you think?"