"Liam must you always be a giant bloody pain in the arse?" Killian said, grumbling into the phone sitting on the leather sofa in his apartment, not at all in the mood to hear his brother chew him out for bailing on him.

"That is the official job description of brothers." He rolled his eyes as his brother laughed at his own joke and then moved own, back to his point. "And besides, you're the one who's causing the problem. You agreed a week ago to go out with me and Olivia." He rolled his eyes at his brother's new girlfriend. She was nice -they all were to some degree- but he wasn't so convinced that she wasn't a bit crazy. There was just something about her eyes…

"I agreed to go out with you Liam. Not you and your current girlfriend who will no doubt bring one of her friends along in a poor attempt of setting me up with someone. Again." He added for angry emphasis. When Liam had invited him out to dinner, he had accepted, he and his brother hadn't been out just the two of them in a while. He really shouldn't have been surprised when it turned out to be another double sat set up courtesy of his brother.

"I don't see what the problem is!" He sighed, rubbing a suddenly tired hand down his face.

"The problem Liam, is that I don't want to be set up with one of Olivia's friends. I don't want to be set up with anyone for that matter. I want to be left alone." That at least seemed to quite Liam for a moment. Until that moment was short lived and ended.

"You're seeing someone aren't you?" He rolled his eyes.

"No Liam, I'm not seeing anyo-"

"No that's it! You're seeing someone, it makes perfect since. You've never liked me setting you up but you used to at least humor me and the date. But the last few times you've been completely uninterested and now you don't even want to try. And it's because you already found someone." He opened his mouth to tell him he was wrong, but closed it, seeing no point to lie to his brother. Liam had learned long ago how to tell if he was lying, and that was not another argument he wanted to start right now.

"I'm not seeing anyone."

"But you want to be." He rolled his eyes at Liam sounding like a school girl. "Who is she, how do you know her, what doe-"

"Liam just because I like her doesn't mean she very well likes me too." His brother snorted on the other side of the line, causing him to frown.

"Please, like any women could ever resist the Killian Jones charm. I have never seen a women, single or otherwise, not show at least some interest in you."

"Well it seems that I've found the only one."

"Oh little brother, will you ever learn? Always chasing after things you can't have." Killian glared, changing the subject before Liam could go further down that path. Some things were better left unsaid.

"Not only do I not want to go with you tonight, but I have other plans."

"You have plans and it's not with me? That's hard to believe, and honestly a bit bruising to the ego. What are you doing?"

"I have friends." He said defensively, before stopping to realize that Liam was mostly right and he really didn't have friends. "Well I'm making friends. A Co-worker invited me to dinner with her and her husband tonight." He still thought it was strange that she had asked him, but he figured she was simply overly polite and had accepted the offer. Both as an excuse to get out of the Liam incident, and for something to do.

"Well now that's surprising."

"Yes, it is hard to believe someone would invite me into their home being the devil and all. Don't worry I'm sure there will be a priest present the entire time."

"You know that's not what I mean Killian. I'm happy you're making friends. You've been here for three years, it's about time you expanded your social circle." He shrugged, not caring that his brother couldn't hear the gesture.

"I should get going, papers to grade and all."

"Fine fine, flake out on your boring brother, and go to your dinner party instead." He rolled his eyes at his brother but wished him a fond day and to send a hello from him along to Olivia. They hung up and Killian went to the kitchen table to tackle the piles of papers sitting on the table.

He wondered what the night would be like, not really knowing what to expect, but curious to find out. Even if the night ended up being a total disaster at least he got out of another double date. And that was something to be grateful for.

Standing outside the apartment door, struggling to balance two bottles of wine in one hand, awkwardly cradling one bottle with his arm as he raised his other fist to knock, a sudden feeling of unease took control of him.

He paused his hand midway through the air, resting just an inch above the door, before shaking his head feeling the doubt roll off of him -and even if a little hesitance remained he chalked it up to be normal.

It had been a while since someone had invited him over to dinner to just be kind. Liam certainly didn't count, and as far as friends went, well that really was as far as friends went.

Killian scolded himself internally, reasoning that Mary Margaret was far too kind for her own good to invite him over for dinner having only meet a few times, but he wasn't about to turn down her kindness, and her self proclaimed amazing cooking.

His fist finally fell that last inch to the door and he knocked quickly loudly, dropping his hand to take one of the bottles of wine from his hand, fearing he was loosing the battle with gravity.

The door swung open, revealing a smiling Mary Margaret wearing a blue dress that flared at the hip, though it was mostly covered by a floral print apron. She smiled brightly at him, motioning with her hand for him to come in.

"Killian! I'm so glad you could make it, come in please." He smiled and held out the bottles of wine to her.

"Thank you, It was very kind of you to invite me." He stepped inside and Mary Margaret closed the door behind him before taking the bottles from him and thanking him for brining them.

"Happy to have you. I couldn't help but notice you seemed a bit of a loner, and David doesn't have many friends outside of the station, I think you'll get along well." He was rendered confused for a moment, before remembering in a past conversation with the excitable brunette that her husband, David, was a police officer.

"Well I'm excited to meet him."

"He's in the kitchen, just around the corner. I'm going to set the table." She smiled at him again before taking the bottles with her and turning into the room on the left, leaving him to fend for himself. He sighed, thinking that perhaps she was right and he would get along well with David - hopefully, he thought to himself as Mary Margaret had just left him alone with her husband.

He started down the corridor, and as he approached the corner he thought he heard the distinct sound of laughter. Frowning he thought back, only ever hearing Mary Margaret mentioning him being the only guest.

Though as he finally turned the corner entering the kitchen and saw whom the noise of laughter belonged to, he supposed he really shouldn't have been that surprised. It seemed that at the times he least expected her to show up, that was exactly when she did.

Emma, on the other hand seemed to have been very surprised.

She was sitting on the island counter, legs dangling over the edge holding a wine glass in her hand. She looked stunning in a pair of dark jeans, and a black sweater. Her hair was down, tumbling in soft blonde curls over her shoulders, looking like a shining beacon in the glow of the fluorescent lights directly above her.

There was a tall man standing across from her, leaning against the wall talking to her animatedly. He had the look of a police officer to him, Killian thought, or at least someone in an authority position. Standing in a plaid shirt and jeans with a wide stance, shoulders broad and a kind but stern face.

The moment he turned the corner both Emma and David turned to face him, apparently having heard him approach. If Emma's face wasn't so clearly unamused he would have been inclined to laugh.

Surprise filtered quickly through her features, lips parting slightly, eyebrows knotting together in the middle of her forehead before shooting up. David spared her a strange glance -clearly not knowing their history -before coming over to Killian and holding out his hand.

"You must be Killian, I'm David Nolan." Killian shook his hand still a bit dazed from the surprise of seeing Emma there but fought to recover quickly.

"Killian Jones. Nice to meet you." He managed to sputter out, glancing at Emma as he did so, not missing the significant look of anger dawning on her face. He frowned, not knowing why she would be angry with him. He had been just a clueless to Mary Margaret's plan as she had been.

"You as well. My wife's told me a bit about you, it's nice to finally put the name to a face." David looked back and forth between himself and Emma before turning back to Killian, growing confused himself it seemed in sensing something was off between the two of them.

"Like wis-" He started to say but was interrupted by Emma dropping form the counter unceremoniously and stalking towards the dining room.

David looked after her confused before turning to Killian, who shrugged. David started in the same direction as Emma and motioned for him to follow.

When they arrived in the dining room they were meet with a perfectly and pristinely set table, though that really wasn't the main focus of Killian's attention right now.

Mary Margaret stood behind one of the chairs, as if strategically placing it between her and the angry blonde. Emma for her part, did look intimidating. Standing opposite her, hands on her hips, standing in a wide stance, radiating anger in waves.

"Mary Margaret" She started, over articulating every letter. The short haired woman dropped the napkin she was holding and moved quickly around Emma to stand next to her husband.

"David, would you help me check on the chicken?" She didn't wait for a response, pulling him by the hand towards the other room before they disappeared from view completely.

They stood there bathed in an awkward silence, and Killian thought to himself that they should be past this. That the tension, loaded silences, and all around uncomfortableness should be over. They were friends now. Friends could handle being alone with each other for five minutes, they had done fine last week on the field trip.

Granted, he hadn't seen or spoken to her since the zoo trip. Granted he did like her and maybe some longing looks could be put on his shoulders. Granted last time they hadn't been taken by surprise seeing each other.

Last time she hadn't looked upset to see him.

Contemplating something to say that wouldn't make it even more awkward, he was taken by surprise when Emma instead spoke, placing her head in her hands and shaking it back and forth.

"I'm going to kill her." She muttered, he would have thought she was speaking to herself if she hadn't had spoken loudly enough to let him know he was supposed to hear that.

"Pardon love?" He questioned, confused by her sudden desires for murder. He couldn't make her that angry by simply being in her presence, at least he hoped not. She lifted her hand from her hands before sighing and motioning towards the kitchen.

"Mary Margaret." She said, "She- god I can't believe I didn't see this coming, I'm so stupid." She shook her head again.

"Didn't see what coming?"

"It wasn't by chance or accident or coincidence that we were both invited to dinner." She said simply giving him a significant look waiting for him to get the point.

"Oh" He started, wondering why he himself hadn't considered it as an option. When Mary Margaret had invited him over for the mean it was only after the field trip, and she even asked if he had spoken to Emma recently. Besides, it seemed all that people ever wanted from him was to push him towards different people. Granted he didn't mind being pushed towards Emma.

"She was trying to set us up." She nodded. "But why would she do that? I get meddling friends, my brothers a bloody arse about it, but to her knowledge we don't even know each other." Emma broke his gaze, glancing down at her feet before crossing her arms across her chest. The defensive stance apart, the anger seemed to be slightly fading off of her as the conversation continued. While he certainly didn't want her angry, it was clear now that the anger was directed -mostly at least -towards Mary Margaret and not him.

"Actually…" She said letting him draw his now conclusions.

"You told her?" He asked, both of them flinching at his tense tone. He hadn't meant it to sound angry. But it suddenly felt unjust. That Emma wouldn't talk to him about what happened, yet she would talk to her friend about it.

"She guess it actually. She's perspective." He grunted in agreement, though said nothing.

"I still don't understand why she would try to set us up. Just because we-" He motioned between the two of them rather than say something ungentlemanly which earned him a small smile, "-doesn't warrant her to try to set get us to go on some sort of double date."

She blushed looking away from him again trying to cover it, which confused him before something suddenly dawned on him. The sound of the pieces falling into place, of parts coming together, of something making since since this whole things had started, descended upon him with open and welcome arms.

"Swan do you like me?"He said, gaining back his confidence around him and stepping close, invading her personal space. He noticed her deliberate lack of a step back to put distance between them, she instead only looked up to meet his gaze. The blush was gone, but there was instead a fire burning in her eyes.

"No." She responded, as if it were by far the most preposterous thing she had ever head in her entire life, it was a shame it was spoken a second to soon and rushed for him to actually believe him.

"Oh you do Swan don't you? You like me." He wiggled his eyebrows up and down at her, causing her to roll her eyes. He had unconsciously drifted closer to her, which did apparently push her to her limit causing her to take a step back from him. Though it wasn't a big of step as she would have taken a few weeks ago, a small victory, but a victory none the less.

"Look I don't like you okay?" She said putting air quotation marks around the word like.

"Then why did Mary Margaret surprise us both with this fancy romantic date?" He again grinned, starting to enjoy this far too much. Making her squirm was something he had grown to enjoy quite a bit.

"Firstly, I'd hardly call Mary Margaret's apartment fancy. Secondly I don't see any dimmed lighting, candles, or soft music playing in the background so romantic I also won't give you. And the fact that both Mary Margaret and David are also here kind of cancel out the date thing, sorry buddy."

"Deny it all you want Swan, you told your friend you liked me and now she's making us spend time together because you're too bloody stubborn to see it yourself. Emma," He stated, voice abruptly changing, going from his smooth bravado to a more serious and sincere place.

"I-I might have lied to you when I said I thought we should be friends. I have never just wanted to be your friend, not since the moment I saw you. This time I don't just wanna sleep with you, I want to be together. I want us to be together."

He could tell the moment he finished his confession that it was a mistake. Her walls, which he had been so carefully trying to take down brick by god damn brick, was suddenly build back up again in the blink of an eye. Taller than ever before, stretching on for miles, guarded at every foot by a solider with a sword at their side and ready to use it if anyone got too close.

"Look Killian," She said his name like there was something wrong with it, "I told Mary Margaret that I could potentially like you. Not that I did. And I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to be friends, just friends. I apparently was the only one." She didn't look at him, instead storming past him, anger back in place as she moved towards the kitchen, hair moving in the breeze her energy created around her.

He cursed himself, alternating between insulting himself in his head and calling himself a 'bloody idiot' muttering it under his breath. He should have known, he should have been smarter. But he just couldn't hold himself back. The words had fought their way out of his mouth before his brain had a chance to approve their departure.

He called himself an idiot again sighing, shaking his head and heading back to the kitchen. The night suddenly much worse than the prospect ever seemed.

Dinner itself proved to not be too terrible. It turned out that Mary Margaret was as excellent a cook as she had said and he happily ate the food that was placed in front of him. Sitting at the rectangular dining table with the Nolan's on one side and Killian and Emma sitting next to each other on the other, it truly had felt like a double date.

It would have felt like a good date however, had Emma not been so obviously mad at him. A fact that was quickly picked up on by the newly accentuated angel in Killian's eyes Mary Margaret, who quickly swooped in to fill any awkward silences. The blonde was fairly quiet the entire meal, only speaking when asked a direction question, mainly focusing on her food or the table in front of her, or the wall behind her friends -though possibly now ex friends head as she was still evidently mad at Mary Margaret too -head.

One part of the evening did go well surprisingly. Mary Margaret had bene correct in thinking that Killian and her husband would get along. After everyone sat down, starting eating, and tried to get past the obvious lingering tension between his and Emma's interaction, it seemed that David had the same idea as his wife and quickly fell into a pattern of asking Killian questions about his life and interests to fill in lulls in the conversation.

Killian liked the man almost immediately, the way he held himself and spoke reminding him of Liam. If nothing else came of the evening -other than a good home cooked meal, and you know, possibly ruining things for good with Emma -at least it seemed that he had earned a new friend.

It was when the happy couple stood up and against the protests of both Killian and Emma cleared the table and went to wash the dishes by themselves, that they were left alone for the first time again.

He looked at Emma hoping to catch her staring at him too, but instead saw her with her long hair acting as a solid tangible wall between the two of them, and in her hand she clutched her phone, scrolling through something as if he life depended on it. He sighed, deflating in his chair a bit, not knowing quite how to handle the situation.

He knew that she had been burned badly in the past before. She had said as much when they first meet, and also in her refusal to trust anyone. Her past in the foster system aside, she had been hurt in her life by someone before badly. He had too, but she had somehow tore down his walls faster then he apparently could tear down hers. Or hopefully tear them down he corrected himself.

"Emma-" He started, the second he started speaking, she froze, hand stopping its furious movement.

"I'd really rather not do this." Her voice was quite, face still hidden, but she wasn't demanding he not speak to her, she wasn't commanding him. It was more of a request, a plea.

He opened his mouth again, and then closed it, listening in the absolute all defining silence that his lips popping together sounded like a gun shot.

"As you wish." He said instead, biting back his reasoning to just trust him, biting back his always present instinct to fight for what he wanted, and instead put it to rest, put it to sleep, and turned off the lights.

If Emma wasn't ready then fine, okay. Unfortunate and frustrating on his behalf, but fine, he could wait until she was ready to hear his confessions. Or until she figured out that she didn't want to hear them all together.

Mary Margaret and David returned shortly after that, having taken far too long to have washed their four plates but long enough to ensure that if the two of them were having a heart to hear they weren't interrupting. When they returned to find the room in an even more tense atmosphere than it had been when they left, Mary Margaret's face feel slightly, her most recent plan to get them together having not worked either.

"Is everyone up for dessert?" She asked instead of commenting, to which David squeezed her hand apparently appreciating her choice.

"I should go." Emma responded, almost the second after her friend finished speaking. She stood up and placed her phone in her back pocket before starting to head towards the front door. Looking for the life of her like she just wanted to get the hell out of here.

"You don't want to stay?" The brunette asked, her pink lips turning down.

"As much as I would love to stay-" Her inflection on the word love clearly expressing her desires to do anything but just that "It's getting late, and Henry's baby sitter can't stay all night." She finished staring at her dangerously, daring her to question her motives.

Which judging by the faces all around the room -and the fact that it wasn't yet even nine o'clock -everyone was doing, though wisely no one mentioned it.

"Well, we're glad you could come Emma." David said stepping towards her for a minute, before thinking better of it and returning to his spot by his wife.

"I'll see you on Wednesday?" Mary Margaret asked, her tone implying that she wasn't so confident that this was likely to be true.

"Sure." Emma said, bidding a goodbye to both Nolan's and not even glancing in Killian's direction. Mary Margaret watched Emma head towards the door with a frown on her face, before she followed her to the door until they were both out of sight.

He and David both stood in silence listening curiously as at first there was nothing to be heard, until something that could only be described an an angry whisper scream -or a whisper that had escalated to a scream out of anger and was doing a very valiant but ultimately bad job of keeping their voice quite -could be heard. Coming from Emma, while the entire conversation couldn't be heard, it was clear what the gist of it was.

I can't believe you did that. Why did you do that. No really I don't like him and I'm not so certain I like you now.

Killian gulped as he heard the door slam shut behind her leaving. Rather than Mary Margaret reappear, he instead heard a pair of angry feet make their way to the opposite side of the apartment, where he guess the bedroom resided.

"So I'm guessing you're not really in the mood for dessert?" Killian chuckled at David, letting some of the stress out.

"You would be correct mate." David shot him a look that was something close to sympathy, before he took a breathe.

"Look I- I know it's not my place, certainly not after what my wife just did, but if it makes any difference I've known Emma for years. Know her at her worst when she wouldn't even let Mary Margaret be her friend. It took her years to warm up to her, and another long time to warm up to me. She's guarded beyond belief, and that's just with her friends. The only reason she's refusing you so much is because she likes you." He sighed, glancing in the direction of the door again, "Weather or not she admits it, is another thing entirely."

Killian nodded, grateful for the man's advice.

"Well at the moment she seems rather hell bent on denying it." David chuckled deeply, shaking his head.

"Give her time Killian, she'll come around." He nodded again.

"it seems that the party's over, wouldn't want to over stay my welcome." Killian said moving towards the front door and pulling on his jacket, listening as David followed him.

"Thank you for having me, all things considered I had a nice time." David smiled at him, "Please tell you wife thank you for me again." David nodded.

"I'm not quite sure if she deserves the praise." He rolled his eyes as he said it, letting he know he was -mostly -joking. Killian shrugged.

"While her methods maybe have proved to be unfruitful, she was trying to do what she thought was right for her friend."

"That she was." he stuck out his hand, which Killian took and shook as it was offered to him. "Goodnight Killian."

"Night David." He said waving as David closed the door for him, waiting in the hallway even after the door was close and locked. He took a moment to collect himself, not quite sure what to to think of the evenings events, before turning out of the hallway and made his way down the stairs and out the door.

He pulled the jacket closer around him, night having fallen while he was inside and with it came the cold. He made to cross the street, heading towards his car that was parked on the side of the road, when out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of yellow. He turned his head, seeing Emma's bug parked just a few car spaces over to his left, on the side of Mary Margaret's building. Leaning against the side of the bug, with her head thrown back, eyes closed was Emma herself, looking horribly upset.

He tried not to, tried to resist, or maybe perhaps he just was trying to make himself feel better, let himself think that if he wanted to he could resist her. That he was strong enough to do that. But alas, he wasn't.

Before he could think about what he was doing, his legs were carrying him over to her car, feet moving quickly, one in front of the other, cold completely forgotten, until he was standing directly in front of her, only a few feet away.

"Swan?" He said softly, to which she opened her eyes and straighten up to look at him. She didn't look as angry, he noted hopefully. Rather than anger, it seemed that now she was just upset and unhappy.

"Killian I-" She started, but he stopped her before she could turn him down, or reject him.

"I wanted to apologize." That seemed to surprise her. He waited, seeing if she would tell him off or simply walk away, but instead she gave him a small nod, letting him know it was okay to continue.

"I wanted to apologize for what I said. Not what I meant but the way that I said it, and even that I said it to begin with. It was rash, and in the heat of the moment, but it seems that when I'm around you I don't think so clearly love." He smiled softly at her, watching as she mimicked him, gracing him with a slight upturn of her lips and the straighten of her posture even more.

"I know the feeling." She responded. He stare at her only slightly confused that she was now being kind to him, but quickly pushed confusion away and let it be replaced with happiness.

"I wanted to apologize too." She said gesturing to the car. "I was building up the courage to come back upstairs when you came down. I shouldn't have acted the way I did. It was stupid and immature, and I'm just, I'm sorry."

"All's forgiven Swan." He said, noticing that one of the worry lines on her forehead slowly disappeared as he spoke.

"And," She started again, sighing before looking up at him and meeting his gaze. "I was mainly mad because you were right. I didn't want to say it, but I do. Like you that is. I was just scared, and hearing you say it scared me even more." She glanced away when he didn't respond.

"I-" He fumbled over his words for a moment, struggling to think of an adequate response to her. "I didn't mean to scare you love." She looked back at him, the doubt suddenly gone from her face, replaced by a confidence that hadn't been there a moment ago, as if she had made up her mind about something.

"Good." She said smiling, and before he could think, before he could even begin to process what was going on, Emma's hands reached out tugging on his jacket lapels, pulling him forward until his lips collided with hers.

He stood frozen for a minute, not really believing what was happening, before his mind raced to catch up and he moved closer to her, eagerly returning the kiss. He sighed into her lips, feeling her open her lips to him. Her hands had moved from his jacket to come around his neck and rest in his hair. His hands were everywhere. On her hips, on her sides, on her back, he couldn't keep them still. running them in a constant loop on whoever he could find.

The kiss wasn't short and sweet or demure, it was full of fire and passion rather than the soft intimate confession of their feelings for each other that had just happened. She tugged on his bottom lip with her teeth, earning a groan from him. He backed her up even more, not stopping until her body was plastered to the side of her car. They continued on for a minute, both impatient and insistent, until they finally broke apart to catch their breaths.

They stayed close though, only separating enough so that they could look at each other.

"I think that it would be wise if we stopped." he finally said, hating to break the silence. In response she raised her eye brow, a silent question of really?

"I told you Swan, I not interested in just sleeping with you. I want to bloody date you." She smiled at him.

"Well if that's the case than I have to warn you." He hummed, enjoying her flirtatious tone.

"About what darling?"

"My three date rule." He resisted the urge to chuckle.

"We haven't even had one date and you've slept with me multiple times." She spared a -he hoped a mostly -joking glare in his direction before explaining.

"Thank you for the reminder. And I mean for people I actually like, for people who are dates and not just people to hook up with." He did chuckle this time.

"I'd happily wait a hundred dates if It meant going on a hundred dates with you and nothing else Emma." he relished in the pretty blush that crept up her neck and cheeks at her words. She leaned in to kiss him again, this one far less dramatic as all she had to do was move her head a few inches, but just as enjoyable. This one was more lazy, softer and slower. One that did reflect the conversation they were having, unlike the last frenzied kiss.

She pulled away quickly, and then lightly pushed him back and he obliged stepping away enough that she had enough space to move when she wished to. She looked at him for a moment, a smile playing on her lips, and her eyes lighting up in a way he hadn't seen before. She looked happy, he thought suddenly, and he mimicked her smile, loving that he was the reason for her smile.

"Goodnight Killian." She said moving around to the drivers seat of the car.

"Goodnight Emma." She smiled at him before getting in, starting the car, and driving away.

He stood there for a moment, like a bloody fool starring in the direction that she had gone, with his hands pressed to his lips remembering the feeling of hers and smiling like an idiot. But for now it wasn't important, he didn't care, Emma Swan liked him, and that was all that mattered.

When he got home later that night, he pulled out his phone and for the first time since he had received the number, sent out a text.

I hope you know I was joking about waiting 100 dates. Waiting that long is likely to kill a bloody man

When she didn't respond the second he hit the send button, he thought it was a mistake. Went around his apartment cursing himself to all the seven seas for being such a sodding idiot until his phone beeped and he saw her response.

And I hope you know we've already had two dates. The first the zoo, the second tonight. Better have something real special planned for number three

"Bloody Hell" He whispered to himself standing alone in the middle of the apartment. his mind raced thinking over the past twenty four hours events, thanking every single god that was listening that he had decided to go to the Nolan's.

Sorry for the wait! A new job has me busy, but I'm still making time for this story, don't worry!

Anyways, they kissed! What did you guys think? A few people guessed that Mary Margaret would play match maker which just seemed to perfect to ignore. I would also like to point out that the start of Captain Charming is just as important to me as the kiss. (I have a might Captain Charming obsession)

Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and in the next one (which will hopefully be posted sooner than this one was, again sorry!) we'll get to see Emma's reaction to the kiss and a date? Possibly?! Really who knows?!