The once perfect and pristine white table cloth had exactly four imperfections. The stitching on the left corner was coming undone slightly from one too many washings, a small red wine stain hidden strategically under the salt shaker, a barely visible tear along the bottom edge, and the fact that it was the most interesting part of Killian's evening.
The Italian restaurant was busy, even for a Friday night. People were taking up all corners of the two story building, keeping the waiters busy, and happy with their generous tips. The over priced food certainly didn't hurt.
The woman sitting next to him was pretty enough, a Rachel? He thought her name was. Straight brown hair that fell just past her shoulders, round hazel eyes, and her lips painted a dark red stain. Her dress was green and short enough that it rode up noticeably when she sat, revealing an appealing amount of skin.
She was nice enough he supposed, smiling and laughing at nearly everything he said, granted he hadn't said much that evening.
Sitting there bored for so long, he had come to the conclusion that it was all Liam's fault really. His brother meant well, he knew that. But when he continuously set him up on double dates with him and whoever his current girlfriend was, it was harder than he would have liked to remember that he truly did have good intentions.
Liam laughed at something Jackie, his current love interest said, saying something in response that in turn made her laugh. Killian sat across from Liam while Rachel sat next to him.
"So you're a teacher Killian? What grade do you teach?" She said leaning across the table slightly at him, giving him a clear view of her cleavage peaking out over the low cut of her top. He sighed, feeling guilty for not being remotely interested.
"Fifth grade." He supplied courtly, but politely.
"That's such a great age! My boss' daughter just turned four and he's getting so nervous about sending her off pre-school and I keep on telling him that…" He tuned out her slightly nasally voice, resuming his previous inspection of the table cloth as Rachel went on about her boss and job as a receptionist.
It wasn't her fault, in fact he thought there was very well likely something wrong with him that he wasn't even slightly entered in a beautiful, nice, woman who was clearly interested in him.
Or really he would have been worried if he didn't know why he wasn't interested.
Every time he looked at Rachel he kept on wishing her straight brown hair was curling and blonde. Her olive skin paler, her hazel eyes a full vibrant green that he found himself drawn to beside his immense trepidation.
Emma Swan wouldn't leave his mind. Try as he might to avoid thinking about her, it was made rather hard that he kept on running into her. Every time he thought he might have finally freed himself from her spell, she turned up again with her guarded walls, and fiery passion and reminded him of why he was having such a hard time forgetting her in the first place.
"If you'll excuse me I'm going to visit the ladies room." Jackie said standing and giving Rachel a meaningful look before she too stood and followed her friend off to the bathroom. Killian rolled his eyes, only imagining what the two women were saying about him.
"What do you think?" Liam asked, clapping his hands together excitedly catching Killian's attention and brining his gaze away from the now thoroughly inspected table cloth.
"Of the pasta? Quite good actually, though I'm not too surprised, this being an Italian establishment and all." His brother smirked at him, but raised his eyebrows prompting him to answer. He sighed, slumping down in his chair a bit, thinking of what a waste of time this was. He should be at home working on a lesson plan for the coming week, not out pleasing his brother and torturing himself in the process.
"She's fine, nice and lovely and wonderful."
"So you don't like her?" He shrugged in response. "What's wrong with you Killian? Are you no longer interested in women? Meet some bloke while I was visiting home did you?" He glared but said nothing in response.
"After Milah," He shot his eyes up to Liam's in warning, "I didn't know what to do. I thought you needed space and time, so I gave it to you. But it's been years little brother. You've had your space, you've had your time Killian. Now it's time to move on."
"I bloody well know that Liam. I'm sorry if the women you've been marching in front of me like a damn parade isn't enough to spark my fancy." He responded more sharply than he had intended.
"Look, just give Rachel a chance alright? She's a nice lass who just got out of a bad situation. I'm not saying to date her, or to even see her again after tonight, but at least pretend that you're not completely ignoring her like a total arse." Liam rolled his eyes, letting him know that he was joking.
"Will do."
"Thank you little brother."
"Younger brother." He mumbled under his breathe on impulse, to which Liam just laughed. The two feel into a comfortable silence, as Killian let his eyes wander the restaurant waiting for the ladies to return from the restroom. It was a nice restaurant, some place that he had never been and that Jackie had likely picked out. It was dimly lit, the walls a burgundy red, big chandeliers hanging in different spots of the ceiling, a romantic place really.
He was letting his mind wander, the low music creating a serene since of comfort over him as he started to think that the girls had been gone for a really long time, when he saw it.
A flash of color, in the moody deep hues of the restaurant and the majority of the patrons there that were all wearing varying levels of black and blue, the flash of bright vibrant red caught his attention the moment he saw it.
While it was the color that caught his attention, it was the pale blonde hair that locked his gaze to that place. She was turned away from him, her back twisted talking to the waiter that stood in front of her taking her order. He held his breath as he watched, already knowing who that mane of sun shine hair belonged to even before she turned back the right way so that her profile was facing him from across the room.
Emma Swan was wearing a bright red dress. Fitted tight, low cut, and short, that showed off all of her best assets -not that he thought she had any bad ones. Her hair hung in loose curls, cascading down her back elegantly. She wore tall black heels that even sitting down made her legs look incredibly long. He hungrily drank in her image, thinking that she looked much like she did the night they met at the bar. But then she had been wearing a black dress, her curls had been pulled up, and she had actually spoken to him for five minutes without running in the other direction.
His brain wandered, as he thought about what they did after the bar, but the girls returning from the bathroom quickly shut down that train of thought. He barely took any notice of them, or Liam for that matter, feeling like a jerk, but not being strong enough to ignore Emma sitting there.
Having been so caught up in her, it hadn't even occurred to him that she wasn't by herself. It certainly hadn't occurred to him that she was sitting at a table across from a well dressed attractive man, smiling and flirting with him.
He nearly choked on his drink at the realization and when he started coughing, Liam gave him a look that told him he clearly wasn't pleased. His date had given up on him entirely after he had unintentionally ignored her last try to start a conversation and had taken to instead talking to her friend.
His blood boiled, overcome but a sudden immense anger that she was here at a romantic restaurant on a date. Logically in the back of his mind, he knew that he was being ridiculous. He and Emma hadn't ever been exclusive, or even together, and they certainly weren't now. And saying as he was currently at the exact same place, doing the exact same thing, he knew he was being a hypocrite.
But that didn't seem to matter much at the moment. Especially when she was reaching her hand across the table placed it onto of his.
The man eating her up entirely, his eyes early darting between her breasts on full display, and her beautiful made up face. Killian didn't blame him, the women was like a siren. But a little self control would be nice.
He became even more rigid in his stance when she started to scoot her chair closer to his, angering her body towards his.
A sharp pain in his shin brought him back from his only slightly creepy starring, and the glare Liam shot him indicated that he had kicked him. He spared him a confused look before clearing his throat and turning back to his 'date'.
"Rachel, Liam tells me you're quite the artist. What kind of work do you do?" He asked, smiling in a charming manner. He could see her slightly resistant to try again, but she eventually started talking again and the two of them continued on a conversation.
But all the while his gaze kept on finding its way back to Emma. It was in quick bursts, just little flashes of her, her dress, her body, completely ignoring the presumably moronic man she was with.
It wasn't until Rachel had finished telling him about her latest trip to Hawaii that he took more than just a quick glance in her direction.
Things had changed drastically since the last time he had looked over at the pair. Emma was still leaning in close, practically smirking, while the man was leaning away from her, an anger vastly growing on his face.
Confused, he looked back and forth between the two of them trying desperately to figure out what sort of thing could have changed their interaction so quickly.
Suddenly, the man leapt up from his chair, looking frantic. Emma quickly followed suit, standing to match him, only a second passed before he literally threw the table into her, sending it crashing into Emma.
She didn't even looked fazed as the table crashed into her, sending a glass of red wine down her side and staining her skirt. She just looked irritatedly in the direction of where the man was currently running through the restaurant, pushing waiters aside in his haste to find the exit.
She just shook her head and took off in a calm walk towards him.
So shocked by the entire situation, Killian didn't even realize he had stood up until Liam snapped his fingers in his face.
"Killian? What the bloody hell are you doing?" He asked, though the girls were both starring in the direction of the turned over table, as were many of the other people around them.
He didn't think after that, a worry settling into his bones as he too took off in the direction to follow Emma. He heard Liam calling his name, but his brother could wait. This couldn't.
He arrived at the entrance of the restaurant finding no sign of Emma or the man she had been with. He looked around frantically at first, assuming the worst of a very angry man at a women. Until he again saw a flash of red across the street.
Emma stood outside of a flashy sports car, talking through the window to her date. The man was spewing words at her that he couldn't hear, but by her stance he could tell certainly weren't pleasant.
He crossed the street just in time to see her slam the mans head into the steering wheel, effectively rendering him unconscious. He hovered behind her a few feet away for a moment, watching as she relaxed slightly and looked down at her dress mumbling "Really?" under her breath.
She then procured a pair of hand cuffs out of thin air which certainly didn't make him think about where she had been hiding those, and pulled open the car door, trying to pull the man from the vehicle.
"Need a hand love?" He said finally, coming to stand by the car, leaning against its side.
She jumped, having startled her as she turned around tense, until she saw it was him and instead just looked deeply confused.
"Killian, what the hell, You scared the shit out of me." She said stopping her efforts and instead crossing her arms across her chest. "What are you doing here?"
"Well darling, saying as you're the one who's trying to drag an unconscious man from his car and handcuff him, I feel It should be I asking you that." She glared at him, watching as a car whizzed by them.
"He skipped bail, It's my job to bring him back." His jaw went slightly slack.
"You're a bail bondsman?" He asked, surprise not even beginning to cover his feelings.
"Bail bonds person." She corrected him. He chuckled slightly, rubbing his hand across his jaw, taking her in. Damn, she really didn't look good.
"You'll forgive me love if that's the sexiest thing I've ever heard." She rolled her eyes at him, though he didn't miss the small smile on her lips.
"Don't get too excited." She warned.
"Darling, you're holding handcuffs. I'm already excited." He raised an eyebrow at her, and this time she did laugh.
"Yeah well, they're not for you." She gestured to the man still in the car.
"And what a damn shame that is." She sighed this time, looking at the bail jumper, irritation in her eyes as she chewed on her bottom lip.
"Well I've got to Sleeping Beauty here out and back to the station, so if you'll excuse me." She said gesturing for him to move off of the car, which he did but instead came to stand directly next to her and motioned for her to move.
"Allow me love." He said, ignoring his protests as he pulled the man from the car -and not to gently -and sat him on the ground. She had her hands on her hips, now projecting her irritation onto him. Instead of saying anything she simply took the handcuffs and slapped them on his wrists.
She looked over at the street corner, and then back over at him a few times before sighing.
"I'm need to pull my car around, will you wait here with him in case he wakes up?"
"It would be my honor." She glared at him as she started walking away. He watched her until she disappeared around the corner and he instead looked at the bloke who thought he was getting laid tonight.
He really didn't think he would be that mad if he did wake up. Punching him sounded like an attractive option right now.
The ringing of his phone interrupted his train of thought, he pulled it out of his pocket and seeing it was Lima answered.
"What the bloody buggering hell is wrong with you? Why did you stalk out of here looking like you were about to kill someone?" He sighed, trying to think of a reasonable answer. He hadn't told his brother about Emma, let alone the rather complicated recent events.
"It's- I thought I saw someone I knew?" He responded lamely.
"You thought you saw someone you knew? Why couldn't you stay and talk to people you actually bloody know? Killian I tried hard tonight, I really thought you and Rachel would hit it off and then you go and pull this shit -"
Emma's bug whipped around the corner approaching him quickly.
"Look I'm sorry Liam alright? I'll talk to you later." He said, hanging up not waiting for a response as Emma pulled up and parked in the spot behind the bail jumpers car.
She got out of the car, and opened the back, brining the front seat forward, bending down as she did so. He tried not to look at her ass, really, but by the way she glared at him again when she stood back up told him he had failed.
She grabbed the mans arms, pulling them over his head and nodded towards his feet.
"Do you mind?" She asked.
"Not at all." He said picking up the mans feet, as he and Emma carried the man towards her car and shoved him into the back seat of her car, arranging him so that no limbs would be in the door when it closed. He was still surprised he hadn't had woken up by now, she must have hit him hard. He smiled at the thought.
"Well Swan, it seems we make quite the team." She smiled at him rolling he eyes and she readjusted her chair and closed the back door.
"I do have to say I'm bloody shocked this is what you do. And quite a way to find out. When I saw the fool throw the table at you and run away, I currently didn't think this was the explanation." She smiled genuinely at that.
"Well it's only fair, now you know how it feels." He laughed, thinking that she was probably right, although the first time he had ben just as shocked as her.
"You were at the restaurant?" She asked as if just now processing what he had said, eyes brows pulling together.
"Aye, with my brother Liam."
"You were at a fancy romantic restaurant for dinner with your brother?"
"There may have been dates with us." He said slowly, testing out the waters, curious as to her response.
"Oh." Was all she said, face giving away nothing.
"Oh?" He questioned, stepping closer noticing the way that her eyes instantly flared up in warning, though she didn't step away.
"Oh." She cemented raising an eyebrow, daring him to comment further on it.
"Don't worry Swan, I couldn't keep my eyes off of you." If he had been further away from her he would have thought he imagined the blush on her cheeks.
She did step back from him then, playing idly with the keys in her hand.
"Well, thanks for, you know." She said gesturing to the still sleeping man in her car.
"It's never a problem Swan," He said, swaying closer to her as he spoke, "Although perhaps gratitude is in order now." Hey eyes darted down to his lips as she drifted even closer to him, the two of them just barely inches apart, lips almost touching.
He watched her with hooded eyes, waiting for her to make the final move. All he had to do was tilt his head and they would be kissing, but he waited. A look of realization dawned on her as she shook her head pulling back, though not stepping away. He sighed, confused at the stubborn woman.
"Killian, I can't. We can't." She gestured between the two of them, so close that her hand touched his chest. He couldn't ignore the spark that ran through him just at her simple touch.
"Emma," He said, hating how desperate he suddenly sounded. Though when her eyes meet his, he found that he had nothing to say.
"I have to go." She said opening the car door about to step in before she stopped and faced him again.
"Goodnight Killian."
"Goodnight Emma." He responded watching as she got in the car and quickly sped off in the other direction, away from him.
He wondered why he felt so rejected when she hadn't kissed him, and when she had driven off without him. Wondered why she was effecting him so much when they had only slept together a few times. Sure it had been great, but-
Oh bloody hell, He thought to himself, rubbing a tired hand down his face. I like her.
He didn't have more time to dwell on his realization as Liam suddenly came bursting out of the restaurant and zeroed in on him instantly, stalking his way over, nearly being run over in the process of crossing the street.
"Killian, can you tell me what the fuc-" He stopped mid sentence looking at him
He stood still starring in the direction that Emma had drove off in, still not entirely out of his own head and reeling from his admittance.
"Brother, are you alright?" Liam said, and he knew it must look bad. He only called him brother in place of little brother when he was worried. He forced himself to snap out of it, turning to face Liam with a smile.
"Fine." He said, not giving him a chance to respond before he headed towards the parking lot where they had parked their car. He wondered briefly what had happened to the girls until he saw them walk out of the building a moment later and walk in the other direction.
"Killian," He called again, rushing to keep up with his giant forced steps. When he didn't stop, Liam reached out and yanked on his arm forcing him to stop.
"What happened?" He asked.
"Nothing, Liam let it go." He said wrenching his arm form his brothers grasp suddenly angry. A fire of rage crawling its way up his spine as he found the car and started it waiting for Liam to climb into the passenger side.
Angry at Liam who had pushed him to date, which had caused him to only want to hook up with women, which had caused him to go to bars, which had caused to meet Emma.
Angry at Emma for being logical and continuously turning him down, while simultaneously turning him on.
Angry at himself for being the bloody teacher of her damn son.
But mostly angry at himself for making the situation even more complicated than it already was.
The entire drive to drop off Liam, and then back to his house only one thought ran through his mind. He liked Emma Swan. And no matter what he did she wouldn't leave his thoughts. But he didn't want her to, not really.
Which is most likely why it didn't work.
This chapter took a bit longer than I would have liked, but I got unexpectedly really busy the last few days, sorry!
I kept on debating if I wanted to have Killian's POV in this story or not, but then I thought of this chapter idea and it didn't really work to have it be told by Emma. So you'll get the story from both of them now, hopefully a good thing!
And also I love the Jones brother too much to not have Liam be in this. (Captain Charming is coming soon(ish) prepare yourselves)
Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, I thought it was only fair that Killian found out what Emma did, the same way she found out about him! Let me know what you think and if you liked Killian's POV!