No prompt this time, just my muse acting up. I've officially answered all the prompts that I received so right now the update schedule is dependent on when my muse decides its time to start writing until I receive any new prompts
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.
She's only here for the hot chocolate.
And the bear claws.
That's it.
It's certainly not for him. It's not like she actually likes him. In fact, she can't stand him. Hasn't been able to since that first day she walked in and came face to with an innuendo laced smile and eyes as blue as the ocean. She had left that day, her hand clenched tightly around the insulated to-go cup and a growing fluttering in her stomach as his laugh echoed behind her, swearing up and down that she wouldn't return.
Yet here she was.
It's just that going to the diner all the time gets old after a while and he does such a fantastic job at putting in the right amount of cinnamon in the hot chocolate and making sure that it's just the right temperature. Honestly, if she believed in the magic that Henry swore was in this town, this place would be the first place she would start looking for it because it unnatural how perfect the hot chocolate and pastries are here.
"Love, keep making sounds like that and it'll be considered public indecency."
She looks up from her drink and rolls her eyes. There he is, in all his (ridiculously attractive) roguish glory casually leaning against the counter like he doesn't have a care in the world, "Don't you have some coffee to make?"
That infuriating smirk plays across his lips, "Actually, as you can tell," he pauses to gesture around the practically empty coffee shop, "it's rather slow right now. Nothing that Mr. Smee can't handle, for a few minutes at least. I'm all yours, and all that implies." He even has the audacity to wink.
Emma narrows her eyes, "In your dreams, Jones." Yet those butterflies are acting up again, wings beating rapidly in the pit of her stomach.
He leans over the counter, until he's almost unbearably close and she can smell just a hint of his cologne, "Oh, Sheriff, you have no idea." His gaze drifts down to her lips and it takes everything she has not to lean forward and kiss him, to finally give in. She's just about to make her move when-
"Emma! I've been looking for you everywhere! Come on!" Henry yells from the doorway and it sends both of them reeling backwards. She can feel the heat of a blush spreading across her face and even Killian has the decency to look somewhat sheepish as Henry grabs her hand and starts tugging her towards the door.
They're almost out the door when she hears him call out, "See you next time Sheriff Swan."
Emma ducks her heads and smiles as she follows Henry outside and it has nothing to do with him. Absolutely nothing.
It's all about the bear claws and hot chocolate.