A/N: Aaaand, here's part 2! Killian and Emma may seem to be on the rocks, but I assure you, nothing is ever the way it seems ;)

I listened to 'Kiss Me' by the Fray, 'Won't Go Home Without You' by Maroon 5, & 'Slow Dancing In A Burning Room' by John Mayer. Enjoy!

The two finished dinner and per Killian's suggestion, they decided to walk around downtown a little.

"Thank you again, for dinner. It was amazing." Emma smiled, gently bumping his side. He chuckled and took her hand in his.

"Of course, love. It was incredible. And you still look beautiful." Killian replied, taking a quick look up and down, "I've never seen you in a dress before."

"They're usually not my thing." Emma replied, tucking some of her bangs behind her ear.

"Maybe they should be." Killian suggested, a certain roughness in his voice, "I'm sure you could find some to match that leather coat of yours."

Emma glanced up to him, noticing his eyes were darker than usual, like the ocean before a storm. She didn't really remember how, but her lips were definitely pressed against Killian's, her fingers tight around the lapels of his blazer. Her body felt incredibly hot, her blood boiling under her skin.

Killian gently prodded her forward to press her against the wall, moving his hand to her long, blonde hair. He tried not to tug at it, but it was a hard act to resist when she was this close. He could feel his cheeks burning red as he opened his mouth a little, then closed around her lower lip. Teeth clicked as he tugged down a little, setting his other hand beside her on the wall and adjusting his hand on the back of her neck.

Emma panted to keep up with his quick lips, trying desperately not to fight him. She never wanted to let go of him, she wanted him this close always. His lips drifted down to her jaw, pressing soft kisses along it before moving down to her neck. She leaned her head back against the cold cement of the building she was pressed against, her jaw falling slack as Killian's lips sucked a little at her neck.

"Killian." She whispered, moving her hands from his lapels to his chest, under his blazer.

"Just friends, love?" He whispered.

"I can't do… yes, just friends."

"Mm? Do just friends do this?"

"Killian, people are-"

"Hush." Killian rasped against her skin.

"I can't have a hickey tomorrow."

"Why? We don't have school tomorrow."

"I know, but-oh!" She shrieked, causing Killian to tug away, not even trying to suppress his laughter as he tossed his head back, "Don't laugh at me!"

"Sorry, that's was a glorious noise." Killian grinned, snapping his head back down to look at her with softer eyes, "Sorry, love."

He set his hands on her waist, a smirk growing on his cheeks.

"You are seriously unbelievable, you know that?"

"You've told me before, love." Killian smiled, taking a step closer to entirely close the gap between them.

"I've got a paper to write, you know."

"Oh, have you? Pray tell, when is it due?" Killian smiled, causing Emma's cheek to redden.

"Friday of next week." She mumbled.

"Mm, that's what I thought." Killian smiled, "Why don't we just go back to the house and watch a movie, or something? I'm sure we can find some sappy romantic movies to watch."

"That actually sounds... Kind of nice." Emma replied softly. Killian leaned forward for a gentler kiss, a vast opposite of the kiss they previously shared. He settled his hand in her blonde tresses once more, bringing her closer.

"Killian." Emma whispered, tugging her lips away and leaning her forehead against his.

"Emma." Killian breathed, a wide smile gracing his fantastically pink lips, "God, I love when you say my name."

Emma let out a small laugh before meeting his eyes.

"I like it when you say mine, too." Emma confessed. A strong wind blew past them, causing Emma to cover her arms. Killian hurriedly pulled his jacket off and set it on Emma's shoulders.

"C'mon, let's go get you warmed up. I'll start a fire when we get home." Killian smiled, taking her hand, then looping his arm around her shoulders to keep close.

"A fire sounds so nice right now." Emma sighed, leaning against him as they walked back to his car.

Emma immediately rid herself of her boots when she walked in, not noticing Killian's grin as she did so. He walked to the living room and turned on the TV, hoping something annoyingly sappy was on.

"Would you like me to make some cocoa and popcorn, love?"

"Yes please." Emma smiled, "Mind if I go change?"

"Of course not." Killian replied as he walked into the kitchen. He turned to watch Emma hurry up the stairs, shaking his head with a smile he hadn't worn in a long time.

He dug around in the cabinets until he found the cocoa mix and the popcorn, and decided to put the popcorn in first. Once that was taken care of, he grabbed two mugs from the dishwasher and filled them with steaming water. Killian smiled as he poured the cocoa mix into the mugs, taking a spoon and stirring until it was the right consistency. The microwave went off, but before he could grab it, Emma had beaten him to the punch.

Killian couldn't help but stare at her for a moment. She was already out of her dress (which Killian knew had been tossed onto her bed like it was yesterday's paper) and into her favorite pajamas bottoms. They were some sort of navy, fleecy material with little yellow stars sprinkling her legs. She wore a tank top with them, which Killian never understood. It didn't matter.

"Need a bowl, love?" Killian smiled, "Bottom cabinet, last on the left."

Emma bent down to grab one, choosing the large blue one for them to share.

"That cocoa smells so delicious." Emma smiled.

"Mm, tell me about it." Killian grinned, taking the two mugs to the couch. Emma followed with the popcorn, curling up beside him and setting the popcorn on his lap. He handed her a mug, and she immediately brought it close enough to breathe in the aroma, then to take a large sip.

"Hot." She spoke in a high pitch, making Killian laugh.

"I could've told you that, love." He grinned, wrapping an arm around her.

"But, delicious." She noted.

"Good." Killian whispered, kissing her cheek.

"So, what movie is this?"

"No clue. Some sappy one." Killian shrugged, "We can watch something else, if you want."

"This is fine." Emma smiled.

"So, would you like to explain to me what this makes us?" Killian asked with a smug smile.

"Friends who like to kiss a lot." Emma spoke with the same smile.

"Oh, that's what we're calling it?" He laughed, causing Emma to laugh with him.

"Yes, for now."

"I see." Killian smiled, "Well, if it's all the same to you, I think I like that."

"Good."

"You made out with him?" Mary Margaret asked with a huge grin.

"Sh!" Emma laughed as she grabbed books from her locker, "It didn't mean anything."

"Oh, please!" Mary exclaimed, "Please tell me that you two are going out now!"

"We're 'friends who like to kiss a lot'." Emma replied with air quotes.

"Emma!"

"What?"

"Did he ask you out?" She asked, yielding no response, "Did he?"

"Yeah, but-"

"Before or after you kissed?"

"Before."

"And you said..?"

"...that we should keep it friendly."

"Emma!"

"You're drawing attention-"

"Because you are being absolutely blind!"

"What?"

"Emma, I've seen the way you look at him. It's the way I look at David." Mary admitted, clutching her books closer to her chest, "I think you need to rethink this, Emma."

"No, I think I'm doing fine."

"You need to let him know." Mary sighed, "He deserves that at least."

Emma was about to reply when she felt an arm around her waist and a peck on her cheek.

"Hello, love." Killian's voice spoke in her ear, shooting a shiver down her spine.

"Hi." Emma blushed, turning to see his smile.

"How's your day going?" He asked.

"Pretty well, I guess. You?"

"Perfect, now that I've seen you." He grinned, pressing a quick kiss to her lips, "How are you, Mary Margaret?"

"I'm good." She smiled, "How was your Valentine's Day?"

"Lovely." Killian spoke quietly, meeting Emma's eyes before averting his attention back to Mary Margaret, "What about yours?"

"David cooked for me." She smiled, "He made his mother's recipe for a German dish."

"That sounds beyond delicious." Killian hummed.

"It was pretty delicious—hey, we should do a double date sometime, now that you two are a thing." Mary grinned.

The two stumbled around their words, looking to her, then back to each other a few times as they tried to make excuses.

"Well, David and I would love to go out on one with you two sometime. I'll see you in English, Emma!" Mary grinned as she floated away.

"Did you tell her we were a thing?" Killian smirked.

"No, I didn't, she just said that we should be-"

"Well, what do you think, love?" Killian asked, meeting her eyes.

"I don't-"

"You do know, Emma," Killian sighed, stopping in the hallway and taking her hands in his, "You know how you feel. I don't want to push you into this, but... I've tried everything, and-"

"I really, really like you, Killian. I promise. I'm just not good at this whole relationship thing." Emma spoke softly, looking to her feet.

"Emma, darling, that doesn't matter to me." Killian replied, gently raising her chin to gaze into her bright, emerald eyes, "I will give you everything if you'll be mine."

"I'll give you everything, too." Emma whispered, leaning forward into his arms and closing her eyes tight. She tried her best not to cry, but a tear slid down her cheek regardless. She wasn't at all used to someone caring for her the way Killian did. He put her above all else in the world.

"Emma, are you crying, love?" Killian asked, tugging away and smiling when he saw her tear. He gently swiped it away with his thumb, keeping his hand on her cheek.

"I feel the need to ask again," Killian grinned, taking a step back from her and bowing, "Emma Swan, will you be my girlfriend?"

Emma giggled as she glanced around, then refocused on Killian.

"Okay." She smiled.

"Say it."

"I'll be your girlfriend."

"Louder?" Killian smiled his smug smile, causing Emma's laugh to multiply.

"I will be your girlfriend!" Emma shouted through the hall, earning a decent number of whoops and applauds.

Killian swooped her into his arms in one movement, crashing his lips against hers. Oh, God, Emma thought, I'm finally feeling it.