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When Emma returned home after being out with Killian, she kicked off her heels and sat on the floor by the door to her apartment trying to process what happened just minutes ago.

I kissed Killian Emma thought.

She sighed and picked herself off the floor and sat on her sofa instead. When Killian walked her up to her apartment he said things along the lines of "Tonight was great" and "Let's go out again soon". When they arrived at her door, Emma was unsure of what to do. She hadn't been in a real relationship for years, let alone a date such as this one. Emma had shuffled her feet a bit and stared at the ground. Eventually, Killian made up his mind and gave her a brief kiss on the forehead and walked down the hallway to the elevator. This time when Emma caught herself staring after him she didn't look away. When Killian saw her staring, he gave a small chuckle and entered the elevator and the doors closed behind him.

Emma's hand hovered over her phone for a while before she decided to pick it up. She got ready to call Killian but instead called Ruby.

"Emma? How did it go?" Ruby's voice said through the phone.

Emma sighed before saying, "I kissed Killian."

She braced herself for her friends reaction.

After a small moment Ruby screamed, "How was it? Was it slow and passionate? Or was it hot and desperate?"

"Ruby it wasn't anything like that," Emma said.

"So what was it like?" Ruby asked.

"I don't know how to explain it. It wasn't desperate, just, I don't know, nice," said Emma.

"Nice?" Ruby asked.

"Yes, nice. I have no idea on how else to explain it," Emma said.

For a moment there was silence and then Ruby said, "What about perfect?"

Emma's breath hitched. She had not been expecting that. "Possibly."

Ruby screamed again, "That's great! Listen I have to go but I'll talk to you soon, okay?"

"Sure," Emma said and hit the end button. She held the phone in her hand for a few minutes longer, deciding on whether or not to call Killian. After a while she put the phone on charge and went for a shower.

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"CUT!"

Killian walked off set and yet again was applauded for his good performance. He had been doing much better at acting recently and he was beginning to think it ha something to do with a certain blonde.

"Killian," Regina said. "A moment."

Killian walked over to her, "What is it?"

"I take back what I said about this girl putting you off your game," said Regina. "If anything I think she has improved it."

"I really appreciate that, Regina," Killian said.

"You know to be careful though. You have no idea the amount of crap that those magazines can find or come up with," Regina said.

"I'll be careful don't worry," said Killian and he walked away.

When he walked into his dressing room to see if Emma had tried to contact him. When he realised she hadn't, he frowned. They hadn't spoken since the night they kissed. Which was four days ago. He touched his lips, remembering the way they had felt pressed against Emma's lips. He wondered why Emma hadn't made the effort to talk to him. As thoughts went through his head, Graham came in the room.

"We need you on set now. You coming?" Graham asked.

Killian quickly pulled his fingers away from his lips, "Yeah."

Killian stashed his phone in his bag and left the room.

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Have you been avoiding me?

Killian had had enough of waiting. He needed to know.

No.

So why haven't I heard from you?

It's hard to explain over text.

Then come over. Or call.

I'll come over. What's your address?

After Killian had given her his address, he suddenly became jittery. He had no idea what she wanted to tell him.

Fifteen minutes later the doorbell rang and Killian opened the door to see Emma standing at the door. He stood back and motioned for her to come in. He led her towards the living room and they both sat down.

"Would you like a drink, lass?" Killian asked.

"Maybe just a water," Emma said quietly.

Killian entered the kitchen and got her a glass of water. When he came back he saw Emma picking at the skin around her fingernails. Killian handed her the glass and she took a sip.

"I have't been avoiding you," she blurted out.

"So why haven't you called me? Or texted me?" Killian asked.

"Because I was scared to. I haven't been in a relationship for a long time and when the last one ended I was heart broken. I don't want a repeat of that," Emma explained quietly.

Killian thought for a moment, "Emma, it was just a kiss."

"I know."

"Tell me about what happened," Killian said.

Emma began picking at her fingers again and sighed, "I was young and he swept me off my feet. I had never been in a relationship before and he was the first thing that I could truly call home. We made plans to move to Tallahassee together but that never happened. He was a thief and he stole some really expensive watches and he needed to get them from a locker so he could sell them and get money to go to Tallahassee but because the police were looking for him he sent me to get them. I agreed but he set me up and let me take the fall for what he did."

Tears started to form in Emma's eyes and Killian reached for her hand, "It's okay. It's in the past."

Emma pulled her hand away, "It doesn't matter if it was in the past because it still happened. He still hurt me and he left scars."

"I know but you need to try and move on. He can't hurt you any more," Killian said.

"I know he can't hurt me any more Killian but he was my first true home and he ripped that away from me. He made me feel safe but betrayed me," Emma shouted. Tears were running down her face.

Killian then stood up and pulled Emma up with him and hugged her. Emma was surprised for a few seconds but gave in and sobbed into Killian's neck. Killian rubbed his hand in circles on her back and lightly swayed the both of them from side to side in an attempt to comfort her. Eventually, Emma's tears dried into her face and she pulled away from Killian. She stared up into is eyes and saw worry within them.

"I'm sorry," Emma said.

Killian reached out and took hold of her hands, "Don't apologise, Swan. You've done nothing wrong."

"I feel as though I have. I came into your home and spilled my horrible past all over you. That wasn't fair," she said.

"I don't mind," Killian said. "Why don't you stay for a while? I can order some food in and we can watch some old movies."

Emma smiled at his attempt to cheer her up, "Sure. But can we get pizza?"

"Definitely," Killian said and he flashed her a smile before walking out of the room to find his phone.

Emma sat down on the sofa and looked about the living room. He really did have a nice house. She looked over to the mantle piece opposite her and saw a lone picture frame. Emma walked over to it and looked at it. In the picture were two boys, both with a mess of black hair and the younger of the two with a gap-toothed grin. Emma grinned at the picture and made a mental note to ask Killian about it when he came back.

When Killian came back in five minutes later, Emma asked him.

"That's me and my brother, Liam. I was about eight and he was around twelve," Killian said. He had a sad look in his eyes.

"Does he live here in America? Or does he live back in Ireland?" Emma asked.

Killian hesitated for a moment and scratched behind his ear, "No. He died a number of years back."

Emma instantly regretted asking about the picture, "I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"It's quite all right, Swan. I don't mind talking about him. He meant a lot to me as he was the only family I had left. My mother died not long after I was born and my father left us in the house one night alone and never came back. Liam raised me the best he could and when he passed away I decided to move here and leave my past behind," Killian explained.

Emma reached out and gave his hand a squeeze in apology for bringing up the subject. The quiet moment was interrupted when the doorbell rang.

"That will be the pizza," Killian said and went to answer the door.

Emma wandered into the kitchen and looked around in the cupboards for plates. When she found them she set them on the coffee table in the living room. Killian came in and set the pizza box on the coffee table as well.

"Pick a movie, Swan," Killian said.

Emma thought for a second, "Peter Pan!"

Killian laughed, "Sure. But may I ask why?"

"I love that movie," Emma said, smiling.

Killian put in the DVD and pressed play. They both sat down on the sofa with plates in hand and began to watch the movie. About half way through the movie, Killian paused it and tidied up a bit. When Emma offered to help, he just brushed her off and walked into the kitchen. Emma pulled a blanket off the back of the sofa and wrapped it around her.

"Getting comfy, are we?" Killian asked as he walked back in the room.

Emma laughed, "Your house is cold."

"Fair enough," Killian said. He pressed play again and they both watch the movie in silence.

After another twenty minutes went by, Killian looked over at Emma who was sleeping. Killian smiled and shook his head. He turned off the television and pressed a kiss to Emma's forehead.

"Goodnight, Swan."

Hey! I'm sorry I'm uploading this so late I totally forgot! Anyway I hope you guys like this chapter, I realise it was a bit sad but I ended it with some fluff. The net chapter will be up on either Thursday or Friday. Thank you all so much for the follows/favourites/reviews! I love reviews *nudge nudge* xx