KINGS AND KISSES.

Stars Emma Swan and Killian Jones share a Passionate Kiss on the Porch.

Killian slams the paper down on the kitchen table with a disgusted expression. Emma had been around his house last night for a meal and, yes, he had kissed her on the porch, but it was a peck, nothing more. There was no passion in it.

He intends to throw it in the bin, but curiosity gets the better of him and he opens the article. It's a huge double page spread, and right in the middle is a photo of Killian kissing Emma. Half of the photo is shrouded in darkness and obscured by leaves— the photographer must have been crouched in his rose bushes.

Paper clutched in hand, he makes his way over to the window and pulls open the curtain to peek through. Sunlight streams into the room.

Sure enough, patches of his grass is flattened. If he directs his gaze to the rose bushes, they're all all tangled and twisted. Half of the branches are snapped clean off, like someone has been sitting in them. Suppressing a growl, Killian lets the curtain fall and turns back to the article.

We have known for months that Kings and Queens stars Emma Swan and Killian Jones are together, despite neither of them confirming the rumours. As it turns out, this kiss is one of many. According to our source, they can't keep their hands off each other.

"They're always kissing on set," a source confirms.

Wrong, Killian thinks. He would like to have a word with this source and see exactly how they came to that conclusion.

"They're very touchy feel-y. Killian always has his arm around Emma. They've been late a few times because they've been with each other." And that's not all this source had to say.

According to them, Killian and Emma are hardly apart. They spend the majority of the time in each other's houses. Killian confirmed this himself a few months ago on the Teddy Norman show, claiming that Emma has even slept in his bed.

"We all saw it coming," the source tells us. "We knew it before they did. "They're madly in love. I wouldn't be surprised if there was a proposal soon."

"Fat chance," Killian scoffs, closing the paper. He can't even work up the courage to tell her he loves her. How is he supposed to propose?

He sighs as he fills the kettle with water, eyes flicking absently over to the clock. Half eleven. He isn't needed on set until tonight— it's a night shoot and he's in for a long haul. At least it's not cold. Filming will be unforgiving when winter comes.

He's in the midst of settling on the sofa with his tea and a couple of biscuits when the phone rings.

"Bloody hell." He mutters to himself, as he makes his way to the kitchen where the phone is.

He swipes it off the hook and presses it to his ear. "Hello?"

"Killian! Brother!" comes Liam's voice from the other end.

"Liam," Killian sighs, unable to suppress a smile. It's been too long since he's heard his brother's familiar tone. The voice that reminds him of home and all the good things that go with it. "How are you doing?"

"Grand, grand. What about you? How's work going?"

He makes his way back into the living room, keeping the phone cradled to his ear. "It's busy. We're in the middle of getting the scripts at the moment." He lowers himself back on the sofa, picking up his tea. "And filming is hectic. I have a night shoot tonight."

"Night shoot? Sounds bloody awful."

"It is."

"And how's… life?"

"It's good." Killian takes a sip of his tea. "Between filming, I've been trying to date Emma. I took her to that place we ate last you visited. Do you remember?"

"Yes, I remember." There's a pause. It's too long for Killian's liking. "You're still seeing her, then?"

His heart sinks. He tries to keep his voice natural as he says, "You know I am, Liam."

"Ah. I see."

An awkward silence overtakes them. Killian bites back a sigh, closing his eyes in frustration. He thought that swaying Liam towards Emma would be easy, but that doesn't seem to be the case. He believed that if Liam would just listen to him, he'd come to understand how special Emma really is.

But his brother is a stubborn man. After hearing about her past, he doesn't think she's good enough for him. Liam hasn't even considered the possibility of the reverse.

"I love her, Liam."

He's surprised by his own honesty. He hasn't said it out loud, not even to himself.

"Just be careful, okay?"

"She's not who you think she is."

There's a pause. Killian hates it when they argue like this. The few moments he spends speaking to his brother are precious. They shouldn't be wasted on petty fights.

"Anyway, I have some news," Liam says when the silence gets too much. "As much as I enjoy your company, dear brother, I rang you for a reason."

"Oh aye?"

"I'm getting married."

"What?"

He manages to spill half of his tea down himself in shock. Piss it, he thinks as he drops the mug on the coffee table. He hardly even feels the tea seeping through his shirt, onto his skin. He's too consumed by Liam's news. His brother? Engaged? He didn't even realise Liam was seeing anyone.

"Popped the question this morning." His voice is casual. "I thought you should be the first to know."

Too right.

"Who's the lucky girl?"

"Tink."

"Tink? As in the Tink you sent over to date me, Tink?"

What a turn of events. He'd laugh if he wasn't so startled.

"I didn't see it coming myself. We've been friends for years. I just didn't see what was right in front of me. It's only been three months…" His voice turns sheepish. "But when it's right, it's right. Isn't it?"

"It is," he says, though he's thinking is it?

He's never been able to tell when something's right. He may have found something special with Emma, but he doesn't know how long it'll last, especially with the media's hungry eyes watching them at all times.

Killian clears his throat. "Bloody hell, though. Congratulations! I'm so happy for you!" And he is, as the shock subsides and a grin lights up his face. His brother, married. "Have you set a date?"

"Not yet but we're thinking maybe a winter wedding. Tink loves the snow, but I think it's a long shot. You know how sparse the snowfall is here." He chuckles. "Anyway, I should go. We're supposed to be meeting Tink's parents for dinner in an hour, and this phone call is probably costing a bloody fortune."

Dinner? Damn timezones.

"Alright, Liam. Text me with Skype times, yes? I need to congratulate Tink."

"Of course! I'll speak to you later, brother. Take care."

"And you."

After they hang up, Killian is still smiling.

Marriage. He shouldn't have been surprised. He always knew Liam would be the first to get married, having never harboured the same relationship insecurities that Killian has. And Tink is a good match for him. She's feisty; Liam needs someone like that.

But the idea of a wedding creates a little bubble of worry in Killian's chest and his smile falters, just for a moment. How is he supposed to take Emma to the wedding when Liam is so against the mere idea of her? But he can't show up alone, and he can't take anyone else, not when he's in a committed relationship with Emma.

No, she'll have to come with him. Hopefully Liam will come around.

But maybe Liam's feelings— or lack of— are a good thing. Afterall, if Liam saw Emma the way Killian did, he's fairly sure his brother would be in love with her too.

The night shoot begins at nine, just when the sun starts to go down and darkness casts its shadows.

When he arrives on set the first thing he does is look for Emma, but she isn't anywhere to be seen, not even in the costume department.

Thanks to the amount of armour he has to wear for the next scene—a fight scene—costume takes almost an hour. But he can't complain; he adores the fighting scenes. It's typical, but he loves the feeling of a sword in his hand, swinging it, hearing the rush of wind as it cuts through the air. It reminds him of when he and Liam used to bash wooden sticks together as boys.

The scene is with Toby, Graham's character.

Killian hobbles onto set feeling very much like a tin can. His hair sticks to his forehead and the back of his neck. Even though the evenings have been cooler recently, it's still too hot for his liking.

"Wow, you look warm," Graham says as soon as he sees him. He wears his brown, old servant rags, a stripe of mud covering one side of his face.

Killian manages a tight smile. He doesn't consider himself a jealous person, but every time he sees Graham he remembers when he kissed Emma. He saw them the once—Emma wrapped up in Graham's arms, his lips on hers.

He shakes his head. That was before they were even together. And he doesn't for one second think that Emma and Graham would kiss now, but he has been known to hold a grudge.

He offers Graham a warmer smile. "Hey mate, how are you?"

"Hot." He wipes his hand across his forehead and through his curls, which stick up in every direction. "Ready for winter."

"You won't be saying that when the snow comes."

Hercules, the stunt director makes his way over to them. Unlike them, he doesn't look very warm at all. In fact, he looks as perfect as usual, not a dark hair out of place, not a drop of sweat on his brow. It's almost like he was carved by Gods. He carries two swords, a smile on his face. The three of them have become quite pal-y, since they've been working together all week, perfecting the sword play.

"Do you guys remember what you're doing?" he asks, holding out the swords.

Graham accepts his. "I'm sure I'll remember it when we get started."

"Aye, me too."

"Great—we'll get started in five."

He turns and disappears across the grass, over to where Grumpy stands. They begin talking immediately, and Killian can make out a few booming words coming from Grumpy's mouth, such as 'weight', 'pull' and 'lunch later'.

Killian places his sword in his sheath and turns to face Graham, ready to make polite conversation. He plans to ask him something about his girlfriend, Ruby. Emma has been telling him that they've been getting quite close recently. But Killian isn't sure exactly how much of that he should know.

But Graham is preoccupied, looking across the field, eyes narrowed. The expression strikes Killian as odd, since Graham is usually so kind faced. He follows his gaze to a man shrouded in leather, with dark hair and stubble.

"Who's that?" Killian asks.

"His name's August. Emma told me."

Killian frowns. "I've never seen him before."

"Apparently he's one of the new actors. He's playing a prince."

Since when did they have other princes?

Like he can feel them watching him, August turns his head and looks in their direction. His mouth twitches into a half smile and he begins to move. He's halfway across the field before Killian realises he's heading towards them.

"Huh," Graham says.

August comes to a stop in front of them. He offers them another one of those half smiles.

"Hey," he says. He has a smooth voice. "I thought I'd come and say hi. I'm one of the new actors. I'm—"

"August," Killian finishes for him, holding out his hand. "Graham told me."

He gives Graham a look. "Graham? I don't believe I've had the pleasure."

"Emma told me." he says, in way of explanation. They shake hands too.

"Ah, Emma." He smiles, eyes twinkling. And then he turns to Killian. "You must be Killian Jones, right? Emma Swan's boyfriend?"

Killian can't help his grin. "Did Emma actually use that word? Boyfriend?"

"Uh… no, actually." August gives an awkward laugh. "She didn't mention you. But you two are all anyone can talk about at the moment. On set and off."

"Oh, right." He's not entirely sure how he feels about that. Not because he has a problem with being Emma's boyfriend - God knows he's unworthy of the honour - but because he's not sure how she'll feel about it.

Though she is the one who said they're in a relationship…

He shrugs it off and smiles again. "How are you enjoying your first week?" he asks August, trying to make conversation.

"Great, thanks. I keep getting lost, though. Mulan - is that her name? - keeps shouting at me for it. I've been late a few times. That Isaac doesn't like it when people are late, does he?"

"I feel you there, mate."

He's going to have to make sure he's never late ever again, especially if Isaac is hanging out on set. He doesn't seem to be here today.

"I should be okay after today, though. Emma's offered to give me a tour."

"That's nice of her."

I'm surprised, he almost says, but stops himself. She tends to keep to herself. God knows, he had a hard enough time just making polite conversation with her when they first met.

August's eyes sparkle again. "You've got a keeper there, Killian."

"Thanks."

He's spared from further conversation with August by Grumpy, who marches over to them, followed closely by Hercules. He shakes his clipboard at them as he comes to a stop.

"Right, let's go. We're running behind. You guys better be on top form today."

"I'm always on top form," Killian says, flashing a winning smile. "The best form there is."

Grumpy slaps him on the back. "Can't argue with that."

The sword fight is gruelling. The sun combined with his armour creates a sweltering heat trap he is unable to escape from. When he's not cursing the sun for the heat, he's cursing it for his lack of vision. Everything is too bright, too painful.

Grumpy makes them do it over and over again until they get it right.

Clang, clang, clang, as Killian and Graham hit their swords against each other. Hercules shouts actions at them, and reminds them about their footwork. Killian has to be reminded about his footwork quite a lot, which results in a bloody hell every time he gets told off. Graham is practically flawless.

"It's like I was born to sword fight," he chuckles after, when they strip off from their costumes in the trailer.

Killian's shirt is completely stuck to him. He has to peel it from his skin, and he throws it in the washing basket. Graham seems to be less sticky - but then again, he hasn't spent the whole time in armour.

Graham hesitates in the door of the trailer. "You coming?"

"I will, but I'm gonna grab a quick shower first." He has to do a scene with Emma later - she won't appreciate it if he's unclean, especially since they'll be getting up all close and personal.

"Okay, I'll see if I can find Emma. I'll see you soon, Killian."

"Alright, mate."

By the time Killian finishes his shower, he's hurried straight into hair and makeup by a ruffled Mulan, ready for his next scene with Emma.

Ariel re-washes and re-styles his hair. This time he's going to be in his chamber, in his full kingly costume. They don't usually do outside scenes and on-set scenes together, but since Killian and Emma were three hours late for work the other day, they have little choice.

He wears his knee-length red jacket over a maroon tunic. Ariel places one of the many crowns on his freshly curled hair. By the time she's finished, he looks good as new. He examines himself in the full-length mirror, watching his coat swish as he moves.

"Killian," Mulan calls from outside the trailer. "Get a move on. They're waiting for you."

When he arrives in Alexander's chambers, everyone is already there; Grumpy, Emma, the actresses that play her handmaidens' and, to Killian's surprise, August. They're stood off to the side, talking. August says something and Emma throws her head back and laughs.

He approaches them.

"Killian!" He can't help but feel satisfied at the way her face lights up into a smile when he sees her. "This is—"

"August, I know. We met earlier. He was watching Graham and I's swordfighting."

She blinks in surprise. "Oh, right."

"I'm back again," August says, with that same half-smile he was wearing earlier. "I'm just watching various scenes, trying to pick up some tips for when I start filming. Do you have any?"

"Tips? I'm not sure." He scratches the back of his head. "I suppose you've just got to make sure you know all your lines. It makes the process as painless as possible."

August folds his arms. "That would help."

Emma indulges August in a smile before she returns to Killian. "Does that mean you know all your lines?"

"There aren't many lines," he says. He doesn't mean his voice to come out so teasing, but it just does so. She bites her lip in response, turning away from him.

And that's not strictly true. There's one line that Killian isn't sure he'll be able to say. The one that they haven't even said to each other yet. One that feels too close and too personal. Too real. His heart picks up at the thought.

It's just acting.

It doesn't help that they're doing one of those pesky sex scenes; the one Grumpy relieved them of last week.

"Killian, Emma," Grumpy bellows, making them jump. "Are you ready to go?"

They confirm that they are and the make-up people are whirling around them, styling his hair, adding powder to his face. Out of the corner of his eyes, he can see them touch up Emma and adjust her dress. Her dress is beautiful today. The lilac tone brings out the pink in her skin.

On Grumpy's commands, they get into positions. Killian stands by the window, looking out into the fields. Or the green screen, in this case. He frowns, Alexander deep in thought, and places his hands behind his back. Alexander's signature stance.

Emma stands off set, just under the arch of Alexander's chamber, waiting for Grumpy's action. It comes, as loud and as commanding as ever and just like that, Killian finds his character as quickly as possible.

He feels Emma approach him.

"Apologies, Your Grace. I'm just here to change your linen."

Killian turns around and for a moment, his struck expression is entirely his own and not Alexander's. The lighting catches her just right, creating a halo of white around her. She offers him a smile, and it's so different from a smile Emma would normally give him. It's so tentative, so worried.

"You know you don't have to call me that, Rose," Killian says.

She gives him a look. "Things are different now."

"They don't have to be."

His heart is hammering in his chest. He can feel it in his ears. The line is close.

"You're the King. And I'm…"

"The woman I…" He pauses. The words feel too close to his heart. "I…" Say it. It's acting. It's not real.

"Cut," Grumpy calls. He marches over to them.

Killian buries his head in his hand. He can feel the heat in his cheeks. More importantly, he can feel Emma's eyes on him, watching him. What must she think of him?

"What happened?" Grumpy asks.

"Nothing. I simply forgot my line." He gives an empty smile.

Grumpy gives him a strange look. "Well, don't forget it again." He marches back off set and takes his chair near one of the cameras. "We'll go from Emma's line. Action!"

Emma peers up at Killian with wide eyes. "You're the King and I'm…"

He swallows. Why is his mouth so dry? It's only acting. It's just acting. He swallows again. "The woman I…" He takes in a breath of courage, praying Emma will mistake it for acting. "The woman I love."

She stares up at him, her eyes still wide. Emma never seems to have that wide-eyed look Rose possesses. It's like magic. And, just like that, her eyes fill with tears, and one drips down her cheek. It's frightening how quickly she can do that.

Killian remembers the next lines of the script.

Unable to believe his words, unable to believe that a king could love someone like her, Rose grasps him by the collar and pulls her to him. They exchange a passionate kiss.

And that's exactly what she does. As soon as she presses her lips to his, he forgets what he's supposed to be doing. He has to fight to remember, but then he recalls that the script says something about Alexander and his hands in her hair. He moves his hands up to tangle in her soft locks as he kisses her.

"Cut."

They break apart instantly and Killian is reminded of their first on-screen kiss. He didn't want to let go then, afraid he would never get to hold her again. It's amazing to think that now he doesn't have to let go. He gets to kiss her whenever he wants to.

"Right, guys," Grumpy says, rubbing his hands together. "Belle's not here at the moment, but I think she'll like it if I add some more romance in here. So Killian, you have to pick Emma up."

Killian places his hands on his hips. "Bridal style?"

"No, the other one. Where Emma's arms are around your neck."

"Okay," Emma says, nodding.

"Positions." They hardly have time to get ready before Grumpy yells, "And action."

And just like that, Killian and Emma are kissing again. He tries to remain as professional as possible, though he can't help but wonder what other people in the room are thinking, now everyone knows they're together. Emma's lips are soft on his, but they have a robotic feel. She is able to detach herself. He however, struggles not to get lost in the moment, something he has never struggled with before her.

Her fingers curl around the nape of his neck, but below his hairline, exactly where he likes. He's oddly aware of the sound of them kissing, and the way she purrs into him. He dips down and places his arm at the top of her legs, lifting her up. She wraps her arms around his neck, still kissing him, and they stumble backwards towards the bed.

They fall back into the mattress, completely improvised, and both laugh out loud.

"Cut," calls Grumpy. "Stay where you are. That was gorgeous. Really beautifully. Belle will love it."

"Great," Emma says, slightly breathless. Killian chuckles in her ear.

"Okay. Now I want it to be really slow. Lots of slow neck kissing. Really draw it out."

God's sake, Killian thinks to himself. Usually their love scenes are fast and he's able to get it over as quickly as possible, like ripping off a plaster. Grumpy must really be trying to make Belle happy.

"Action."

Killian kisses her again, softly, slowly, drawing it out. He tries to think about what looks good but her hands are in his hair and she's gently tugging on the strands. Part of it makes him cringe in embarrassment. The fact that there's a room full of people watching something that should be private to them puts him a little on edge.

But, he's a professional.

He kisses down her neck.

Slow.

Slow.

Slow.

Grumpy makes him kiss her every which way. Down the other side of her neck - claiming something about camera angles - right down to her collarbone, across the exposed bit of her chest. He makes him drag his fingernails through her hair. For Emma, he makes her strip him of his jacket, and throw it across the room. She unbuttons his shirt. He tries not to tremble as she trails her fingertips down his stomach.

He makes him undo her corset and he makes him bite her seven times - seven - until they get the right angle. He makes him kiss her again and again until their lips are red and swollen.

"Cut," comes a voice that's not Grumpy's.

Killian looks up from Emma's neck and straight across the room into the eyes of Isaac. He's watching them, hands clasped in front of him, face expressionless. Funny. Killian hadn't realised he was there.

"I think that's enough," he says. "We need to move on."

Grumpy looks between Emma and Killian to Isaac, a frown on his face. He doesn't say anything for a moment. Everyone watches him, waiting for a sense of direction. Eventually, he gives a slow and serious nod.

"Okay, that's it. Great job, guys. Super sexy. Belle will adore it."

Killian pulls himself off Emma. He holds out his hand and pulls her up. She's flushed - from embarrassment or because he was practically crushing her, he doesn't know, but she's not meeting his eyes. It could be worse, he thinks. At least they're not making them do naked scenes together.

Yet.

They walk out off set together, back to the trailers. Emma is silent the whole time, and he doesn't look at her. He's too embarrassed. It's strange. He never finds himself embarrassed when it comes to Emma, but kissing her in front of everyone was one of the strangest experiences of his whole life. It was different from other love scenes.

Maybe it was the I love you, says a voice inside his head. He shakes his head, feeling his cheeks warm just thinking about it.

They make their way to the trailers. He turns to speak to her, to say something, but she's looking at him with a fierce look in her eyes. He raises his eyebrows. "What?"

"Is your trailer free?"

"Well, I'm not in it?"

"Not yet. But we need to finish what we started."

His eyes widen. "Emma - love - on set?"

She shrugs. "What can I say? You're a good kisser."

She pushes him up the steps to his trailer and he complies, chuckling. "But I'm still wearing my costume."

"Good."

"Emma Swan!"

He chuckles again, but she means business. They don't return until Mulan is banging on the trailer door, telling them that they're needed on set. Now.

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