There was something about the moon that had always confounded Killian Jones. He didn't understand how it could make people so irrational, so willing to do things that they were never dream of doing in the sun. He had lived a long life filled with sword fights, rum, and love yet he had still never understood the romantic or adventurous properties of the moon-that is-until he met Emma Swan. Somehow, a small ray of moonlight highlighting her face was all it took to make Killian Jones crazy. He didn't know what to say or think when the full moon's reflection danced in her glassy eyes or when the serene silence of night enveloped her. Which is why, on a late October evening in front of Granny's diner, he was paralyzed with wonder at the sight of her. He wanted to dance with her until his feet would no longer move and kiss her until his lips bled, but he could do neither of these things. Instead, he stood several feet away from her and watched. He watched her smile as she whispered something to her son, Henry. He grinned as she looped an arm around the shoulders of her boy and laughed at something he told her. He pretended that he was next to both of them. He wished that he could place a hand on Henry's shoulder and an arm around Emma. However, his fantasy was brief because soon the two saw him.
"Hey, are you okay?" Henry called out to him, his face scrunched up in confusion He didn't understand why the confident pirate was standing deathly still like an anxious schoolboy.
"Er yes," Killian faltered momentarily before gathering his wits, "I was just wondering what pie I was going to get." He finished with a weak smile, feeling awkward and out of place.
"The blueberry is to die for," Emma assured him with a twinkle in her eye, "Come on kid," She prodded Henry along and left the pirate with his thoughts. He knew that something about Emma Swan was just like rum.
Absolutely intoxicating in the best way possible.
He stepped into the diner, the soft ring of a bell alerting others of his arrival. He walked up to the counter and ordered a slice of blueberry pie before taking his desert to a booth. He shifted on the seat until he was comfortable and took a bite of the deep blue pie. It was sweet and tangy, delighting his taste buds. He imagined that Emma was beside him with a silver fork in hand.
Well, are you going to share? She would tease before taking a bite out. Her face would light up as she devoured the sweet dish. Here kid, try this. She would offer some to Henry and shrug when he refused while sporting an embarrassed look and glancing around at the restaurant to make sure no one else saw.
Embarrassed of your mother? Hook would ask the squirming boy before grabbing Emma's hand under the table and running his finger over her soft skin.
But he couldn't, Emma was on her way home with Henry in tow and he was just a pirate, eating a piece of pie alone. And as a streak of moonlight fell on his table he couldn't help but think that she took the magic with her. Perhaps the moon wasn't anything special, but Emma Swan was.
This didn't turn out quite like I planned but I hope you enjoy. Please let me know what you guys think.