A/N: Hello lovely readers! I hope you are enjoying this little AU. Things are progressing with Emma and Graham. Killian is now starting to think maybe his tactics worked a little too well and perhaps he should have held back on the advice. Emma is starting to see the real him shining through his bravado. They do seem to make quite the team. I hope you enjoy this next chapter. Leave me notes, comments or questions, I love to hear from you. Thank you for reading my story.

Chapter 7: The Ugly Truth

She sat back in the control booth waiting for the show to begin. Killian's segment today was about the multiple layers of women. She couldn't help but think maybe she inspired him with their discussion the night before. She could be fun and loosen up too. It wasn't always all business with her.

He really was surprising her too. At first he seemed off putting and brash but after listening to him for awhile she started to see insight coming through and maybe even brilliance. He had been right so far and the rules seemed to be working since she hadn't managed to chase Graham away.

He seemed surprised when she told him she would be going away with Graham for the weekend. When she got home that night she started having second thoughts. Maybe she was rushing a little too soon if even Killian was surprised but on the other hand Ruby was cheering her on to go. She had a great time with Graham, and he did meet all of the criteria on her checklist.

She'd been doing a great job keeping a cap on her self control but she didn't think she could keep him waiting for much longer. They'd had a few steamy sessions that she managed to wriggle out of or he was called away to the hospital before anything could happen. Ever since the panties incident she seemed to have sex on her mind.

She looked down on set and saw Killian, Mary-Margaret and David arriving. They seemed to have great chemistry on stage too. Mary Margaret and David hadn't looked that alive in a long time. Mary Margaret had a glow about her and David's eyes were definitely shining brighter as he looked at her. She supposed she had Killian to thank for that too.

Once she saw they were in position she gave the director the signal to proceed with the show.

Killian took his seat on set next to Mary-Margaret on set. He thought about the previous night out with Emma. They were a great team and came up so many good ideas together. At first he thought she would be his biggest obstacle and had been pleasantly surprised to see she was quite the opposite. He enjoyed bouncing ideas off of her and her openness to his suggestions lately was greatly appreciated. He liked that she thought he was creative and that his ideas, while they may not have been her first choice, have been helpful to the show.

She was nowhere near the type of woman that he normally dated but for some reason he couldn't get her out of his head. When he closed his eyes he could see the beautiful glow of her green eyes, the delicate curve of her chin, her bright smile and the supple curves of her body. He licked his lips and swallowed hard.

It wasn't only her looks that he thought about; she was beautiful inside and out. She was smart, pigheaded and controlling, but also very kind. He needed to get her out of his head though, she was with someone else and she seemed happy. The worst part of this was that he helped her be with that someone else and he was going to have to live with that. She would probably never give him a second glance and that made his chest hurt. He thought about calling Cindy, the hostess from last night. Maybe she could get his mind off of Emma Swan.

He shook away his thoughts. He had to remember he was Killian Jones, he gave the advice, he didn't let relationships get in the way and he liked it that way. He looked up to the control booth and saw her smiling back at him and then he was lost again. He nodded and she gave them the thumbs up to begin. He turned on his ear piece so he could hear her.

"Keep it clean and stick to the script."

"I love it when you talk dirty to me."

"Haha in your dreams."

He smiled and nodded. Little did she know she was right because she'd been starring in his dreams lately.

"3. 2. 1. … you're on the air. "

"Good morning Storybrooke. I'm David Nolan."

"I'm Mary-Margaret Nolan."

"I'm Killian Jones and this is the Ugly Truth."

He stood and walked in front of the desk. "Just a simple piece of advice today for the gentleman out there. There are many types of women, never assume a girl is easy or assume she's a prude. There are many layers in between. It's your job, gentlemen, to peel back those layers and figure out exactly what type of woman you're dealing with. Because once you do, peel back those layers my friends, her lady garden awaits. I'm pretty sure you're going to want to fertilize that patch of petunias."

He grinned and signaled David that he was ready to turn it back to him. "Well Thanks Killian and with that, we'll be right back and Happy will tell us if your petunias are going to see any rainfall this weekend."

"Yeah, I sure hope mine do." Said Mary Margaret.

Emma was in the control booth shaking her head trying to figure out when her little morning show got so dirty. Apparently her town really liked it because their ratings were through the roof.

She and Ruby were meeting back stage after the segment going over scripts for the next few shows. She couldn't help but notice Killian out of the corner of her eye as he spoke to the camera man and the set folks. He kept proving her wrong at every turn making her question things that she used to think were gospel.

She read a number of relationship books and he was right about them. None of them gave her the advice he did and none of them helped her find a healthy relationship. Why did he have to be so right? How could she have been so wrong? He looked over towards her his eyes gleaming and grin spread across his face. Why did his eyes have to sparkle at her that way?

"Stupid smug face."

"What?"asked Ruby.

"Oh nothing I was just talking out loud." She went back to her clipboard and looked over the numbers, pretending that she wasn't watching him even though it was starting to become harder not to notice him when they were in the room together.

"I can't believe how good our ratings are."

"I know but don't let Captain Innuendo hear you say that."

Ruby smiled. "You have to admit though, he's growing on you."

She gave him a legitimate look. "Yeah, I guess you could say that."

"If you're taking his advice, I'd say he is."

She gave her friend a slight smile and shrugged her shoulders. "Don't tell him this but he has been right about a lot of things. It just seems wrong though somehow. I mean, I'm doing things that I wouldn't normally do."

"Girl, just focus on the tight curves of Graham's abs and the rock hard arms that are going to be around you later."

"Yeah, there is that. I hope his arm's aren't going to be the only thing that's rock hard."

Ruby swat her on the arm with her papers. "Emma!"

"What's it's been awhile."

"Maybe you have been spending a little too much time with Jones over there."

She looked over and waved to him. He smiled and waved back. She noticed at that moment a stranger walking up to him.

"Do you know that guy talking to Killian?"

"No."

She felt a small pit in her stomach. Something was up and she didn't like it one bit. "Be right back."

He couldn't help but follow her with his eyes. She was like a siren calling to him with her beautiful laugh. She was working with Ruby on set today and he wished she would return to her office so he didn't have her present in his thoughts. He just needed a little distance from her and he would be fine.

He'd leave himself if he didn't have to work with the director and crew to setup their next segments. They were planning a segment on the advantages of massage and the different types that were offered. That would certainly be one way to get his mind off of Emma. He'd have some sweet thing rubbing her hands all over him with different kinds of oil. After all she would be going away with Graham which means she will have sealed the deal there.

He'd have to suck it up; he was a man after all. He was brought back to reality by a tap on his shoulder by his agent, Jefferson.

"Jefferson, what are you doing here?"

"I've got great news. You're not going to believe this. I got you booked on the Late Late show with Sydney Glass. He loves your segment and he wants you to be his guest."

"He wants me on his show! You're kidding Mate!"

He clapped his hands together and hugged the man.

"We made it!"

The two men were hugging each other and jumping up and down when she approached them. He stopped and pumped his fist in the air. "YES!"

She stood in front of them with her arms cross and a look of agitation. "Hi, Who are you?"

He put his arm around the man and smiled. "This is Jefferson, he's my agent."

"Since when do you have an agent?"

"Relax Swan."

"Don't tell me to relax and since when is ok to book late night without the producer's approval?"

"uh well its actually The Late Late show and since he became the hottest personality on morning TV is when. Have you seen this guy's ratings? He's in demand." Said Jefferson grinning.

She looked at him and smirked."Yes, Yes I have. "

He gave her a smug look."You have to keep the talent happy Swan."

She rolled her eyes.

Jefferson clapped Killian on the chest. "Ok, anyway it's tonight. It's all set. I got a room booked for you at the hotel near the studio."

He could tell she was seething but he still wanted her approval. "Swan, How cool is this?"

She nodded and gave him a curt smile. He walked off the set with Jefferson leaving her standing there trying to figure out how to handle this situation. She was angry and nervous about what that could mean for him, their show, and maybe something else that she didn't want to admit.

"Emma, Robin called and he wants to see you in his office." called Ruby.

She shook her head and huffed out a breath. "Ok, Thanks."

She reluctantly walked into her boss's office. "Ruby told me that you wanted to see me."

Robin looked worried and he was shuffling pages around his desk like he did when they got bad news. "I just found out that Killian's been given an offer from another network affiliate in the city at twice the pay. We can't lose him Emma."

She felt like the wind was just knocked out of her. "What?"

"The Late Late Show is his audition."

She felt her stomach doing flip flops. "You're kidding me."

"Oh, I'm serious. If Bob and Dave find out about this we're dead."

Emma shook her head and took a deep breath running her fingers through her hair.

"I need you to go with him and talk him out of it."

She shook her head. She was about to go away with Graham for their first weekend. "I have plans to go away this weekend."

He pleaded with her. "Emma, you have to do this. You have to find a way to keep him. Look I'm sorry but you need to do this."

She huffed out a breath and nodded.

"Just don't let him know you know beforehand. Let him go ahead and do the show. Let him get us our publicity and then convince him that he needs to sign on with us for the next three years. It's all we can do."

Emma shook her head biting her lip. Her job came first and this needed to happen. She thought she wanted him gone but his ratings proved otherwise. Now she realized they needed him and she had to fight to get him to stay.

She would have to tell Graham that their weekend was off. She needed to keep Killian. He was important to the show but more than that, somehow through all of this he became important to her too. Damn him.

He was so excited; he'd wanted to be on late night since he was a kid. This was a complete dream come true for him, not to mention that the exposure would be really good for his career which in turn would be good for his bank account. He was doing ok and didn't mind staying in the apartment next to Ariel but he wanted a place of his own.

He would still stay in the neighborhood so he was close to Henry but he needed a little more privacy. When he first moved in he had a few close calls where Henry almost caught him in a compromising position. He expected his sudden celebrity status would only increase the traffic coming through his place.

He got dressed and ready for his big night. He set out to meet Jefferson in the lobby of the hotel so he could drive him to the station. When he entered the waiting room his mouth hung open at the sight before him. He never expected to see Emma walk into the lobby.

She was dressed in a short overcoat and high heels that made her legs go on forever. She had her arms loaded with papers and a bag on each of her shoulders. She looked confused as she walked in so he approached to help her.

"Swan."

"Hi." she said curtly.

She appeared to be pissed off at him and he had an idea why. The thought made him happier than it should have. "What are you doing here I thought you were supposed to be away with Graham? You couldn't spend a day without me could you, Love?"

She looked at him with a mock expression. "Oh yes, I can't get enough of your sparkling wit and charm."

He crossed his arms over his chest. "Just why are you here then?"

She handed him one of her bags. "Robin thought you needed a producer more than I needed to get laid."

His eyes went wide and he smiled at the brazen comment. "OK."

She pushed forward and beckoned him to follow her. "Come on, I need to check in. We leave in five minutes."

"Wow." He stood there confused.

"Five minutes- Tick tock tick tock get a move on Jones."

"Yes dear." He snapped back to reality and picked up his pace.

He couldn't remember when he signed on to be a lap dog but he was happy she was here. He wouldn't tell her how happy he was but he felt relieved to have her with him for his big night.

They decided to hail a taxi and just go to the station themselves. They were running late and Jefferson was just going to meet them there instead. When they got into the taxi she pulled out her segment notes from her bag. She was feeling frustrated and she was still upset that she had to miss out on her weekend getaway. Killian giving her that stupid smug grin and his too blue eyes watching her quietly .

She took a breath to calm down."Let's go over the pre-interview questions. I want to make sure you are prepared."

"Swan, I'm sorry you didn't get to spend time with little Graham this weekend. By little I don't mean undersized although I highly suspect that's the case."

"Graham's penis? That's what you want to talk about right now because I thought maybe you would want to talk about what you are going to say when you are on the show. Mmm _ Yeah, ok."

"Ok."

She smiled and put on her best deep voice mocking the late night host. "So tell me Killian how did the Ugly Truth get started?"

"Well Mr. Talk Show host I had a job that forced me to listen to a lot of talk radio every day. I started calling in and then I realized I'm smarter than everyone else. Just ask my producer Emma. She thinks I'm a genius on days when she's not sexually frustrated."

"Ah yes, thousands of lives have been enriched by your wisdom."

"Excuse me lass but I believe you have a boyfriend because of Me."

"Hey, It may have started because of you but it's lasted because of me."

"Great, so you're acting like your normal control freak psycho self again."

"I am not a control freak."

"When you checked into the hotel I recall you asking for an eastern facing room on a floor not below seven."

"I-I – I like rising with the sun and having a view."

He laughed. "My point is that Graham likes the Killian version of Emma and not the Emma version of Emma. So don't go mocking my words of wisdom when you are living proof that they work."

She shook her head and let out a breath. "I could be having sex right now. It's been 11 Months!"

She didn't want to believe that he spoke a kernel of truth in his words. She wanted to believe that Graham liked her for who she was although now she was starting to question just that. Was she herself or Killian's version of herself as he suggested. She looked over and he was staring intently out the window. They rode the rest of the way in silence.

When they got there Jefferson was waiting impatiently. He escorted them quickly through the back hallway and found the PA. They all walked together towards the back stage area. He was trying to calm his nerves and somehow having Emma there seemed to help. He did need her there, Robin was right to send her for more reasons than he'd admit.

He looked out onto the stage and heard the audience arriving. He had butterflies in his stomach because this was the most exciting thing to happen to him in a long while. It was such a validation of him to be asked to do this. He couldn't help but be proud of this accomplishment.

Jefferson clapped him on the back. "Dude, this is awesome. You're about to go on national television."

He was fumbling with the button on his jacket trying to keep his nerves at bay."You're not helping right now Mate."

"Just do what you always do."

"What do I always do?"

"ah what you always do."

He looked to Emma and she was smiling at him. He felt himself relaxing just with her look. When they reached the edge of the stage he took a few cleansing breaths. It was as if she could sense he needed her help.

She grabbed his arms and pulled him in front of her. Her green eyes sparkling as she looked directly into his. "Killian, you entertain millions of people with your moronic ideas and they love you for it. Just remember that and you will be great."

"Swan, I think that might be the nicest thing you ever said to me."

She smiled and dusted off his shoulders."You're welcome."

He turned to walk away and she swatted him on the arse. He jumped and looked back at her with a raised eyebrow.

She was standing there with her arms crossed over her chest grinning."Break a leg!"

Emma stood back on the side of the stage watching as he strutted out onto the stage. He was all swagger now that she'd given him a little pep talk. She watched the monitor intently.

"I'd like to welcome Killian Jones to talk about The Ugly Truth. It can be seen each morning on Good Morning Storybrooke." said Sydney.

He waved to the audience and smiled. "Hello."

"So Killian you're here to enlighten us men who are not really known for our expertise in matters of the heart. I hear you have some interesting ideas and theories. What advice would you give to the good people who are out there looking for love?"asked Sydney.

He grinned. "My advice would be, don't do it. Don't look for love, try to find lust instead. It's a lot easier and a lot less messy. Blue Balls only last a few hours but a broken heart can last years."

The audience laughed loudly. She shook her head and walked backstage to watch from the monitors. He looked so handsome. His blue eyes were glittering under the lights on the stage. He was wearing a dark navy blue suit, a white button down shirt with the top buttons undone and navy and grey patterned waistcoat over top. He was mesmerizing to watch and how hadn't she realized how soothing his voice was before now she didn't know.

"So tell me, who is she?"asked Sydney.

"Who?"

"The woman who screwed you up? She must have been a doozy." asked Sydney.

Emma watched the monitor intently gazing over to see him on stage. She was intrigued. She hadn't thought about that before. Maybe he was like this because he got his heart ripped out and this was how he coped with the pain. That would make sense. He seemed to hold himself at arm's length. He never mentioned anyone steady in his life. In fact he never mentioned any women in his past.

He laughed. "Ahhh uuuh well like I said better a floozy than a doozy."

The audience was laughing heartily but she could see there was a flash of pain behind his eyes. Of course he would deflect the question she wanted an answer to. She would have to remember to revisit that question later. The crowd erupted when his segment was over. She watched as he took in the praise and thanked the host for having him.

She moved back towards the stage to greet him when he came off. He was grinning from ear to ear and he had his swagger back in his step. "Swan, that felt great!"

She gazed into his happy eyes. "You were great."

Their gaze was cut off by Jefferson's sudden appearance. "Come on buddy. We have some things to discuss."

He turned and smiled. "Meet you at the hotel restaurant in an hour."

"Ok, see you there."

She watched Jefferson and Killian walk off. She had a pit in her stomach. She was supposed to talk to him after the segment about signing the contract with them. He was great out there. She couldn't bring herself to confront him while he was on such a high. She knew Robin would be pissed at her but he had a right to be successful and who was she to stand in his way. She wanted him to get what he deserved. She was wrong about him. She'd been wrong about him the whole time and she'd been too stubborn to admit it to him. Now it would be too late. She was sure he would take the offer.

It dawned on her that she may not be entirely thinking about it in terms of working with him but maybe in him as a person. He was exciting and he kept her on her toes. He pumped her up and pushed her limits. There was also the way she caught him looking at her all the time. Those blue eyes gazing at her like she was the sun.

She'd been blind while she'd been pretending to be the Killian version of Emma with Graham. Maybe Killian had a point. She needed to be herself. His methods worked but at what cost. She shook the thoughts from her mind as she walked slowly out to get a taxi back to the hotel. She had work to do and she needed to report something to Robin even if it was bad news.

She walked into the hotel restaurant and it was full of bright light, color and loud music. It was Mexican themed so all the drinks had either Rum or Tequila in them. The restaurant had a huge dance floor in the center. There were a lot of people dancing wildly to the Latin rhythms that the live band was playing.

She sat alone at a table and ordered a mojito. They were her favorite, that delicious mix of mint, lime and coconut rum. She had to watch herself with those though because they taste so good that she could accidentally get drunk if she wasn't careful.

Her bag had been packed for a weekend trip with Graham so she made use of the clothing she brought with her. She decided on a body hugging low cut sleeveless cream dress and nude shimmery strappy sandals. She also loosened her bun and let the wavy curls hang down to her shoulders. She was starting to feel loose after all the heavy thoughts she had at the station earlier.

It felt good to let her hair down and she was beginning to question why she always let herself get so wound up about everything. Maybe Killian was right and she needed to just relax more. She'd still get the work done it would just be easier without all the pressure she placed on herself.

She felt her phone buzzing in her bag.

"Hello Emma Swan."

"Have you got him to sign yet?"asked Robin.

"No, not yet but I will. I gotta go he's coming."

He also changed before coming to meet her. He looked great in a nice pair of black pants and a dark grey shirt with an embossed black waistcoat over it. She felt her jaw drop so she carefully closed it hoping he didn't notice.

She took a sip of her drink to compose herself. "Hi. Where's Jefferson?"

He sat down and smiled. "Oh, I told him to go home. I thought maybe we could celebrate just you and I."

She sipped her drink suddenly feeling nervous. "Oh ok."

"Swan, Can I have a sip of that?"

Before she could respond he'd already had her drink in hand and was taking a sip.

She smiled and shook her head. "What exactly are we celebrating?"

His face relaxed into that lazy grin she liked so much. "Uh, Hello the Late Late Show. I was just on it. You saw me. I was great. "

He went to sip from her drink again when she grabbed his hand. "I heard about the offer from the other affiliate."

He looked into her eyes. "Well then, maybe you also heard I turned it down."

She felt like the weight of the world just lifted from her chest. "You did?"

"Aye Love."

"Why?"

She couldn't help but lock eyes with him now. She didn't know if it was the drinks but she felt her façade slipping and she could feel the electricity brewing between them.

"Henry. He needs me around. I might not be the best father figure out there but I'm the only one he's got. I don't want to half arse it all the way from the big city."

Her green eyes were sparkling up at him. Her hair was hanging in golden curls framing her beautiful face. She looked hopeful at his remark. He felt the air leave his chest. She never looked at him like that before.

She took her drink back from him and played with the straw to distract herself from looking at him."Well, I think that is a very good decision."

He was grinning at her from ear to ear. "Now that's out of the way; can we stop talking about work and maybe relax, drink and enjoy?"

She smiled and nodded. Something came back to her from earlier. She took a sip of her drink to get the courage to ask. "Tell me about the doozy?"

Killian rolled his eyes and blew out a breath. "What?"

"You know the woman who broke your heart. Who was she?"

He scratched behind his ear and averted her gaze. "You are just totally trying to kill my buzz aren't you."

She smiled brightly. "No, I'm not, I'm just interested in what makes you, you."

He was stunned to silence. That was a first for him. "Uuh, Well for your information it was more than just one. It was more like a parade. Co-dependent girls, unfaithful girls, narcissistic girls, depressed girls, phony girls, girls who it turned out didn't actually like me. By the time I hit thirty I realized that, you could only have so many lousy relationships before you figure out there is no such thing as a good one."

"You can't really believe there is no such thing as a good relationship?"

He picked up her drink and took another sip. "To my very core."

The waitress finally came by their table breaking the tension that was brewing after that last statement.

"Excuse me can I get you something to drink?"asked the waitress.

"I'll have one of those please."

"A Mojito."

"Can I get you anything else." asked the waitress.

"Yeah, I'll have another as well and some water."

"Can I get you still or sparkling?"asked the young girl.

Killian looked up. "Tap waters good."

Emma glared at him with wide eyes as if it was the first time she ever saw him. She felt like the bottom just dropped out of the floor. Her eyes locked with his and she smiled.

He smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "What? What it's the exact same thing isn't it?"

She picked up her drink and smiled. "So I've been told."

"Swan, Come with me. Let's dance."

She twisted a piece of hair on her finger."Very funny. What's your next joke."

"I'm serious."

She her head for fear of locking eyes with him again. She was starting to feel loose from her drink."No."

He stood and held out his hand to her. "Come on, I've seen your spazzy dance. Now I want to see the real thing. Relax for one night. Trust me."

"No. Really I don't know how to dance like that."

He smiled and took her hand lifting her from her seat. "Swan, there's only one rule you need to know to dance like that, pick a partner who knows what he's doing."

She pointed to the dancers flashing around the dance floor."You're saying you know how to do this?"

He pulled her slowly onto the dance floor and smiled. "Aye. Come on."

The Latin Rhythms were playing loud and fast. The energy on the dance floor was electric. There were colors and lights flashing all over. The beats were strong and dizzying. She was starting to feel a knot in her stomach and began to pull away to go back to her seat. "Killian I can't."

He grabbed her by the hand, flung her out into the dance floor and quickly pulled her back into his arms holding her body flush up against his. Green eyes locked with blue and she was lost in him as she felt his hot breath on her cheek. She could feel every curve of his body against hers as they moved together.

She became intoxicated by his heavenly scent. He held her close, moving rhythmically to the beat of the music pressing her body closer and the electricity heated between them. She moved her hips against his in time with the music as they moved around the floor following the crowd.

He spun and twirled her twisting his hips and moving her body along with his. She couldn't stop smiling at the amazing feel of his body against her. She couldn't remember why she was so hesitant to try it as his expert moves kept her upright and flowing with the crowd.

He pushed her out and pulled her back quickly so they were standing nose to nose. He started rolling his hips against hers creating a delicious friction between them. His eyes locked with hers again as they continued moving.

She felt so free. She couldn't remove the smile from her face. She couldn't remember the last time she had this much fun.

He dipped her back letting her hair dangle down to the floor pulling her back up slowly against him allowing her to slip into his arms. He pushed both of her arms up in one fluid motion and then caressed his hands down her body touching every inch of her curves slowly on the way down to her hips.

He pulled her in so their cores aligned, their noses were touching and sharing they were sharing the same breath. She could feel the fires burning in her stomach. She looked to his lips and she could see the lust in his beautiful eyes. She blinked when she realized what was about to happen and pulled away slowly leaving his embrace.

"Uh, we should go. We have to leave early tomorrow."

He scratched nervously behind his ear. "Yeah, you're right we should probably go."

He extended his arm out to her inviting her to leave with him off of the dance floor. She smiled at the gesture and took it. They walked silently out to the elevator to wait. She still didn't break contact with him. She was afraid she might fall if she did.

She felt like she just went through a tornado. Her body was on fire. She felt more in those moments on the dance floor than she'd felt for anyone as long as she could remember. It was like magical electricity was sparking between them. She was afraid to look at him. If he looked at her once more she would give in and never look back.

The Elevator doors cracked open, she broke contact with him and stood towards the rear of the elevator. She realized she missed the heat of his body immediately. He walked in, stood next to her, pressed the buttons for their floors and stood silent facing forward.

She needed to be brave. "Killian."

He turned to face her. "Aye."

"So the car is going to pick us up tomorrow downstairs at 8 do you want me to call you?"

"No, I've got a wake up call."

"I had a really good time tonight. Thank you."

He looked down, trying to avert her gaze. "Me too."

The elevator door bell chimed when it hit his floor breaking the tension.

He turned to face her. "My floor."

She looked up into his eyes. She shouldn't have done it. "Yeah."

"See you tomorrow Swan."

"8:00."

They awkwardly moved together for a hug goodbye. She patted him on the shoulders hoping for more but he held his distance. The elevator doors tried to close and Killian caught it pushing it open again.

She gazed at him wistfully. "Goodnight."

He wanted her so much. She looked so beautiful, like a goddess. "Goodnight."

She pulled him in for a hug again. This time it was closer contact and she held him longer. She didn't want to let go. He pulled back slowly and they gazed into each other's eyes. An electric current was running between them. He looked at her pink soft lips and she smiled. She leaned forward and he covered his lips over hers. They fit together perfectly. He ran his tongue along her bottom lip teasing her to open her mouth deepening the kiss. Their tongues tangled together.

His kiss was sweet like coconut full of passion and fire. She felt like she was floating on air. She could feel her core heating up as his hands roamed over her soft curves. She tangled her fingers into his silky hair holding his mouth to hers as if she needed him to breath.

She could feel he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Their hips moved together and the friction caused a little coil to fire in her belly. The elevator alarm started going off and they pulled back slowly both of them breathless and panting.

He had a look of shock rush across his face as he stood there gazing at her. "Guess I should go."

She nodded and blinked. She was speechless about what just happened.

He stepped out of the elevator and their gazes locked again. "Goodnight Emma."

"Goodnight Killian."