49. "Well this is awkward…"
Captain Swan, season 3a divergence. Continuation of #4 "Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?"
They both awoke to the sound of the knocks on his cabin door.
"What the bloody hell…" He started sleepily and then he heard the voice calling.
"Emma! Emma! Are you in there?" Neal asked in a strained voice. He wasn't exactly yelling, but it wasn't far from it.
"Son of a bitch." Emma said and Killian chuckled. "Do you want me to take care of this one for you, Swan?" He volunteered.
"Nah," She replied as she got off of the bed. "This one should be me. You did come clean in Neverland after all."
She went to the door and opened it only a little. "Neal! You are going to wake up everyone…" She admonished.
And then she realized that everyone was already woken up, as she saw Mary Margaret and David standing behind Neal.
"Oh, great." Emma groaned.
"Everything alright, love?" She heard Killian's voice closer to her and she felt him standing next to her before she could stop him. He peaked with his head to the small space on the door and stiffened. "Well, this is awkward." He admitted as his hand scratched his ear.
"Still on me, I'll handle it." Emma replied. "Go back to bed, I'll join you in a minute." She said.
"This will take more than a minute…" He said teasingly.
"Hook…" She rolled her eyes and he winked at her.
"All yours, love. Just let me watch, I beg you." His voice dropped down so she could only hear him. "I really want to see your father's face." He confessed and she smiled at him.
Emma took a deep breath and opened the door. "Alright," She said. "Neal, what do you want?"
"Emma what is this? I looked all over for you and I couldn't find you. And then you are here? With him?" Neal asked choking on the words.
"Well, this is… none of your business, to be honest." She replied.
"Emma…" Neal started with a hurt look in his eyes but she cut him off.
"Neal, I thought I'd made myself clear before. I have not changed the way I feel about you. We share a son, yes; but you left me more than ten years ago and you hurt me and framed me and sent me to jail and I cannot get over it." She took another deep breath. "You might think I should, but I don't. It hurt like a bitch and it cost me years of not trusting anyone. It burnt me so much that the next time I felt something I was so scared to get hurt again that I shut down and ran away instead of taking a chance. It almost cost me the best thing that might have ever happened to me." She looked sideways at Killian and smiled at him. "Almost. I was lucky that some people really don't like to give up."
"So you've chosen him? After everything he's done you choose him?" Neal spat.
"Neal, you are not listening to me. There was never a choice to be made. It was never you. It hasn't been you for years and I am not going to stand here giving you any more explanations because I don't owe you anything. It's my life, and you don't get a say in it. You might get a say in Henry's life, along with me and Regina. But not in this. And I'd appreciate if you let me talk to Henry about this myself as well." She stood proudly in front of him. "I have nothing else to say to you, Neal. Please leave me alone."
Neal scoffed but left nonetheless. Emma looked at Killian who smiled in appreciation. "One down, two more to go." She whispered at him. And then she faced David and Mary Margaret.
"Yes?" She asked nonchalantly.
"Hook?" David asked.
"A pirate?" Mary Margaret said. "Emma, we understand that you don't trust Neal, but you shouldn't rush into any decisions that you might regret later."
Emma felt Hook's arm at her waist as he embraced her from behind, his chest strong against her back. She leaned into him and he pulled her tightly against him. She looked at her parents apologetically.
"You don't get a say in this either." She whispered determined.
"Emma!" Mary Margaret exclaimed.
"I'm sorry, you don't. I know you are my parents and we are still figuring out our relationship, but please understand this. I am thirty years old. I make my own decisions about my personal life and there are not open to discussion. And they are not open to suggestions. My life is mine. I understand your need to be my parents and we might in the future discuss several things about my life choices. But not this one. Never this one. Whatever this becomes, either you accept it or you learn to live with it without accepting it."
She looked at them and stopped them with her hand before they even started to talk. "And now, it's late and Killian has to man the helm in a few hours so he can safely get us back to Storybrooke. We should all get some sleep. Goodnight mom, goodnight dad." She closed the door on them, who remained there with shocked looks before shaking their heads and retreating to the crew's quarters.
Emma leaned her forehead against the door for a second, before Killian's strong arms turned her around and pulled her to him. She sighed into his embrace.
"I'm sorry about all that." She said looking at him, but he was looking at her with a soft smile, a look of relief and awe in his eyes. "What is it?" She asked.
"You called me Killian." He answered, his voice breaking a little. She smiled at him. "That is your name…" She replied.
"You've never called me Killian before…" He said, his hand playing with her hair before cradling her face. "I like it." He admitted biting his lower lip and looking at her shyly.
She got up on her toes to whisper against his lips. "Killian" She said before closing the space between them and losing herself in his kiss.