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There's something to be said for having a girlfriend who dances. Emma's definitely agile, and while she's incredibly fit she's still soft in all the right places. By now, Killian knows she sleeps in next to nothing and eats junk food as much as possible, with her snacks as fruits and vegetables in order to mislead people into believing she's some kind of health nut. These are all things he knew before the summer at Camp Hope ended and life after began.
Thankfully, the list of things he knows about Emma just keeps getting longer.
"Not on the one, darling," he murmurs against her ear, his hand resting on her stomach with her back against his chest. He tenses his fingers momentarily so she chortles in his hold. She's ticklish, he's discovered, and has exploited this fact many times over now. And when she's not on a deadline, it's so easy to derail any kind of attempt at dance rehearsals.
This studio is different than the one at camp. For one, there's no issue with the heating and air conditioning, which is good considering it's been snowing for three and a half days and shows no signs of stopping. But they're cozy inside the studio space with hours to spare thanks to it being so close to the holidays.
Another difference in the studios is that this one is downstairs from Emma and Ruby's apartment. The living space had come first, when they'd found the perfect apartment with just the right amount of space and the perfect price tag.
Downstairs, there'd been an empty retail rental big enough to be a studio. It had taken time, and some help from David and Snow (their way of making amends for what they later claimed was a huge oversight in their judgement), but they're preparing to do a Grand Opening ceremony in two weeks to mark the official start of business. They've taken on a few private clients, but soon they'll have classes and lessons of all kinds. They've even found a couple more teachers interested in employment.
With the two women on holiday break from the hotel's entertainment schedule, Ruby drove up to Storybrooke to spend some time with Granny and Mulan. Already, she's been able to go see her family and girlfriend more than expected since moving out of Boston.
That leaves the apartment free for Emma and Killian to spend their own time together. Today, with the snow continuing to thwart any plans they may have made, they're down in the studio. The front of the building is all windows, and looks in at the space where Ruby or Emma will hold classes for groups of people. There are two slightly smaller spaces, however, and one of them is windowless, a line of mirrors against one wall, and a solid door so no one can peek in.
It's not that anyone would be doing so today, of all days. Again, with the studio closed and the place to themselves, there's no chance anyone will walk in on them. That's a good thing, too, when Emma promptly abandons the steps to slide down Killian's body, taking his sweatpants down as she goes. Thankfully, they're near enough the wall that he leans forward, bracing his left forearm on the mirrored surface and reaching down to rest his hand on the back of her neck just as she engulfs him in one slick slide.
He had no idea the sex could get better, but he's never claimed to know everything.
Afterwards, when they're both satisfied and sprawled on the floor, Emma bundles up one of their shirts for Killian to use as a pillow before resting her cheek on his chest. Her breath ruffles the hair that's slowly growing back, and he feels the way she smiles as she must notice the same thing. With wispy touches, she traces along his chest, around a nipple, and down his stomach. Her body starts shaking with mirth as Killian groans. It's been five minutes, and yet his body already wants to start again. She's brilliant at eliciting such a response from him.
"Darling, we need a bed if you wish to go for another round. And water. I need to rehydrate after that."
She chuckles out loud this time, lifting herself to a sitting position next to him with one hand resting on his stomach. "Good idea. Maybe some food, too. Oh! D'you wanna make pancakes?"
"Whatever your heart desires, love."
She grins, her eyes crinkling up as she does. Her hair is an absolute tangle, the last of the sweat still drying at her temples, but she looks even more beautiful every time he looks at her. "Come on, sailor." She stands up, holding out a hand to help him up.
"Now, why does this feel awfully familiar? But I seem to remember being fully clothed the first time we did this."
At mention of their disastrous first meeting, Emma throws her head back and laughs. He smiles as he watches her, taking in the relaxed stance despite her total lack of clothing. He lines up the images in his mind of that first memory of her hovering over him, her face pinched in annoyance, her lips pursed as she tried to coax him off the ground. How long ago that night feels compared to where they are now.
With one more bracing breath, Killian sits up, taking her offered hand and helping to gather their clothes. They'll clean later, top to bottom, as they did with the camp studio. For now, however, he wants to make her some hot chocolate and help her with the pancakes. They slide on only what's necessary, and then Killian sends her on her way up the back entrance while he gathers the rest of their discarded clothing. He pauses before he shuts off the lights, looking at the man that stands in the mirror and smiling. If he could go back to May and let his past self in on the secret, he may have been less reluctant to go to camp, even if it all seems surreal.
He never figured dancing would become something he did on the side. To his surprise, Regina had followed through with the offer to sign Killian on as a part-time entertainer, even after she learned that he was a total amateur, taught only in the weeks leading up to their performance. Twice now, he's danced on their performing nights, once with Emma and once with Ruby. They've even started teaching him a few new dances that they'll start using after the New Year begins so he has more than a single Mambo in his repertoire.
It was all a whirlwind after the summer ended at Camp Hope. He and Emma had a week in the city together before she and Ruby began hunting for a new apartment. He helped any way he could, but mostly he was happy to be able to take Emma out on dates after their initial return. When she officially relocated to Portland, he weighed his options for a couple weeks before deciding it was also time for a change of scenery for him.
But instead of moving to Portland with Emma, he went further. One weekend in October before the hotel job officially began, when she was tied up with planning meetings with Ruby and Regina, Killian drove to Storybrooke. He took David and Snow out to dinner, and informed them he wanted to move to town, and that he'd like to offer his services for maintaining the camp.
It was awkward, at first, with David. Somehow, the entire time they talked, Killian was sure the man was going to forbid him from seeing Emma, like Killian was a suitor for David's princess daughter, but the demand never came. The dinner helped to smooth over the last rough edges from the incident over the summer, and it helped that they got to see how dedicated he was to helping around the camp – that he intended on staying in Emma's life.
After seeing what Killian could still do as far as repairs and maintenance to the cabins, the tension eased even further. When the spring hits, Killian will go to camp again to help Marco, their lead wood-worker, to make some renovations. He's discovered that he works wonderfully with the older man, even if his adult son, August, can be a bit much sometimes.
Killian shakes his thoughts free, finally extinguishing the lights and locking up the studio before jogging up the steps. He heads straight to Emma's room to drop their clothes and tie on his robe, smiling for what feels like the millionth time today when he sees Emma's missing from the hook.
The pancakes end up taking a little longer than he or Emma intended, primarily because she looks too tempting in her robe, standing there mixing batter as she hums along to whatever song is playing from the radio in the kitchen. He presses up close behind her, finding a spot just above her ear as he inhales.
"Something smells delicious."
"I haven't even started cooking them, yet."
"I'm not talking about the pancakes," he says, moving forward to nuzzle the side of her face.
Her smile grows, and she spins around to kiss him, then – fiercely and fondly all in the same move – until she breaks away. Her eyes search his face as her hands rub up to his shoulders and back down.
"What?" There's something there behind her expression, but she doesn't look sad or upset, so he knows the answer can't be bad.
"I'm just… happy. Still surprises me sometimes."
With a sweeping look of his own, he gives her a small smile. "Aye, love. Me too."
She leans up, then, kissing him again, letting it quickly morph from a tender moment to one filled with passion. She has him backed up against the table in no time, one hurried "To hell with the pancakes," thrown out for good measure as she takes control of the kiss. Their robes are pushed off to the side, dropped to the floor like their clothes were earlier, and they truly put the kitchen table to the ultimate test of how much weight and activity can take place on top of it without collapsing.
Killian makes a mental note to thoroughly clean the kitchen when they're done, as well.
With one kind of appetite filled once more, they finally get down to the business of making their very late second breakfast. The rest of the day is spent on the couch in their pajamas, fuzzy blankets wrapped around the both of them as they catch up on whatever is on her Netflix queue.
It's been six months since they met, and five since things took a turn for romance, but Killian's mind wanders away to what comes next. It's those thoughts of the future that follow him into his dreams, and he wonders what kind of ring Emma might like best.
-x-
"Killian's going to ask me to marry him," Emma says quietly into her phone. The screeching response is loud to her own ears, so she's glad she's sitting in the living room and far away from the man in question, soundly sleeping in her bed.
It takes Ruby just a couple seconds to calm down again before she starts her line of questions. "Wait, did you talk to him about it? How do you know this?"
"So, Killian talks in his sleep. Not often, and most of the time it's total nonsense, but I was just dozing off last night when he grabbed my hand and asked me what kind of ring I want him to get. Completely asleep, dead to the world, and he just told me he wants to marry me."
He never talked when they were sleeping together at the camp. It wasn't until about a month of actually dating him that he first babbled some words at her as she was waking up to make breakfast at his apartment. Last night was the clearest he's ever spoken to her in his sleep, though, as if the message defied being garbled by sleep.
Once, the very thought of getting married would cause her chest to constrict in panic. Now, however, she has that feeling you get when you're trying not to laugh while speaking. As it is, she can't fight the blissful smile stretching across her whole face.
"And what kind of ring should I tell him to get when he asks?"
"His subconscious has already ruined part of the mystery. Let it be a surprise. I trust you to know what I like."
"And you're not freaking out?"
"You know, I would've a couple months ago. Probably right after we slept together I still would've run away. But now," she pauses, trying to think of the best way to describe how she's feeling. She wants to run, all right, straight down an aisle with Killian waiting for her at the end of it.
"Now it's just right?" Ruby finishes for her.
"Exactly. Okay. Merry Christmas and all that, in case I don't talk to you tomorrow. Send my best to Mulan, and tell Granny thanks for the cookies. We have been steadily working our way through them since we opened the package."
"We already finished ours, honestly. And same to you and Killian. You guys coming up tomorrow or Christmas Day?"
"Tomorrow, as long as the roads are clear. I think the snow was due to stop last night."
"Good. Drive carefully. Try not to have sex on everything."
"Too late," Emma says. Chortling as Ruby starts squawking again on the other line. "Okay, bye!" She ends the call before she gets hearing damage in her ear, still chuckling to herself as she stands up from the ball she'd curled up into on the couch. With a long stretch and yawn, Emma makes her way back to the bedroom where Killian is still sleeping.
She tilts her head as she looks at him from the doorway, his face eased of any expression, his breathing soft and even. His brace and prosthetic are sitting on a shelf she installed especially for him, and his hand rests on the spot she vacated in her need to bubble over with her secret just a bit ago.
Once, Emma found Killian sleeping on the side of a trail, and the thought of that shared memory from the day before makes her snort. The noise causes Killian to stir, and he blinks his eyes open to search for her.
"Coming back t' bed, love?"
"Yeah, be right there," she tells him, turning once to go use the bathroom and get a glass of water before she curls up with Killian again. She knows that with the late hours they kept the night before and all their strenuous activity, they're likely to stay in bed all morning if they can. It is Christmas Eve-Eve, and they have nowhere to be today.
There's still a nervous flutter in her belly as she climbs back into the bed, back into the sleepy embrace Killian bestows upon her after she's situated under the covers. She rests with her head on his shoulder, his arm loosely wrapped around her back, and thinks about how much life has changed since this time last year. For one, her bed was definitely empty. And for another, her bed was in Boston, her heart locked away, her future uncertain.
Now she's snuggled to a man that helped her move this bed into this very room, with her heart next to his, and she's happier than she ever imagined she could be. And now, apparently, he wants to marry her. It takes a lot of effort to not let the giddy laughter erupt once more, and she focuses instead on the other developments that have taken place to get her mind off the elephant in the unconsciousness.
When she moved to Portland, Emma wasn't sure what was going to happen with her relationship with Killian. They'd barely made it past a third date before she and Ruby signed a lease for this place, so there was a lot she and Killian hadn't been able to discuss yet. She knew she loved him, and that he loved her. And that alone was a shock, still. Of all things Emma was expecting from camp this year, falling in love in such a short period of time was not one of them.
Though they hadn't been together long, that didn't make Emma any less sure of her emotions. She kind of figured when she was willing to invite him to her cabin that night after their performance that it had to be something bigger than a one night stand.
And then came the end of camp. Killian and Liam both stuck around after all the guests checked out to help out any way they could. Killian explained later that he felt he owed it to David and Snow for not decking him on the spot, and he wanted to give them back something for all they gave to him. Even after the studio was cleaned and locked up for the season, and her car packed to the brim with all their gear, he still stuck around.
There were several jobs that Killian was perfectly fit for, given his background in building things, and he helped Leroy make some repairs, helped Marco fix up some of the furniture in a cabin where he hadn't had time to update it yet, and he helped David with anything the man even hinted at needing help with. Sure, they snarked their way through any and every job they did together, but Emma could see at the end of their clean-up week that David was fighting smiles when Killian made a joke.
When she moved, Killian took the initiative to go make solid amends with her brother and sister-in-law. She was busy with rehearsals for an upcoming show at the hotel, but Killian assured her he would be fine, that he would backtrack and spend the night in Portland with her after dinner was completed. It was still nerve-wracking to wait around for news of that dinner, however. Almost worse than waiting for Regina when she and Ruby went to sign their contracts.
Of course, he surprised her in the best way possible when he told her he was moving to Storybrooke.
"I don't ever want to make you choose between visiting me, and visiting your family. So I'm moving to where they are. David and Snow have even offered to lease out their old loft to me until I find a place of my own."
The loft was a first home on their own for all of them, at one point or another. After Ruth passed away and David and Snow moved out to her old farmhouse, no one could see fit to let go of the apartment, so they sublet it during the summer months and kept it, just in case. And now, full circle, Killian was living in it. Because they hadn't really talked about the future or what comes next between them, he's just been nestled there until further notice.
It does make it really handy when she has a week off and she can hop up to see the Nolans. She stays with Killian and gets to see everyone for days on end, which is just about the most settled she's felt since Ruth first took her in.
Killian mumbles in his sleep, turning to press his nose against her forehead, barely kissing the skin before he falls back to sleep once more. Emma wonders if they ever truly relaxed at camp, given how much more comfortable they seem to be now that it's all said and done. Not that it really matters, since it all worked out, but she wonders what she would've done had her family truly banished her. She wouldn't have let them. She shouldn't have left like she did – especially without giving Killian a way to contact her – but she would've made sure it all worked out this way no matter what.
Her boyfriend's budding friendship with her family is all just a bonus. As is her own slow-building relationship with Liam. Just as Killian experienced pushback with David, Emma had some problems getting along with Liam right off the bat. She's pretty sure he was just looking out for Killian, but it took a heated conversation to turn it around. He'd been touting how he waited to start courting Tink until after camp was finished and they had time to get to know each other.
In one instance, it was a lovely lunch at Killian's apartment in Boston right after she moved to Portland. In the next, the brothers were angrily talking over one another about morals and propriety and she thinks there was something about disrespect? She lost track quickly. She just remembers standing up between the two of them and telling them to both shut the hell up so they could talk it out like adults or take it out back like children.
It took some extra rum and whiskey, and another beer for her, but they hashed it all out that night. Liam is, as she guessed, incredibly protective of his younger brother. And changes had taken place really fast in their lives. She was the force that was taking Killian away from Liam, though she didn't know that at the time. When Killian moved, she made a promise to Liam that she would keep on Killian to call and FaceTime with his brother, but she's never had to remind him once in the last couple months.
It helps that Liam comes up to Storybrooke once or twice a month on the weekends to visit Tink, so that the brothers don't ever feel truly separated. And it also helps that Liam has seen the full turn-around in Killian from the beginning of the summer. Now, when Killian has a glass of rum, he stops at one. Full bottles are not a rarity anymore. In fact, since he moved, she's pretty sure the same bottle of rum has been in his liquor stash.
After spending most of the morning doing absolutely nothing, Emma finally shoos Killian out of bed so she can get her laundry done and pack for the week they're staying in Storybrooke. He helps by cleaning almost the entire apartment while she works on her task, helping to load up her laundry basket when it's all done and bring it down the hall to her bedroom.
They make dinner together, a simple meal of spaghetti since there's nothing left in the fridge. They make hot cocoa again after they've cleaned up from their meal, settling on the couch to watch Christmas movies until bedtime. She's a little sad that the apartment is mostly bare of decorations. They put up a few small ones, but no tree this year.
First, neither she nor Ruby will be home to enjoy it on Christmas day, so what was the point. And second, it didn't fit in the storage space located outside their door, so Emma reluctantly kept it in Storybrooke this year. So while the urge to decorate simmers in her right this very minute, it's not like she even can. She tides herself over with a reminder that there will be a tree at David and Snow's place, and she'll appreciate that one to the fullest.
The drive up the coast is about what Emma was expecting it would be. Enough of the snow has melted down that it's not treacherous, but it's not a quick and easy drive, either. Because of this, they end up arriving at the town line about an hour and a half beyond what they were hoping for.
"We'll just come straight out to the farmhouse," Emma says to Snow on the phone.
"No, honey, go to the loft and settle in a bit. We can wait. Dinner's not for hours, still. We understand."
Even though she protests one more time that she wants to see them, and sooner rather than later, Snow still insists they go do what they need to at the loft first. Maybe if she wasn't so tired from the constant vigilance on the trip up, she would've caught the note in Snow's voice letting her know something was up.
But because she is that exhausted from the drive, she's still completely blown away when Killian shoulders open the door to the apartment and they're greeted with a puff of warm air and the scent of cinnamon instead of the chilled exterior they were expecting to come back to.
The whole place is decorated like Snow and David used to, with lights hanging from the exposed beams and railing of the loft above. The lamps suspended above the breakfast bar have tinsel wrapped around them, and the lights switched to red and green – something that used to absolutely delight Emma when she used to come over around the holidays. The one winter she was living here, they did the same thing, and that's probably exactly why they did all this now.
"Surprise!" Snow says as she rounds the tree – Emma's tree – set up in the corner by the bathroom, placing an ornament and sprucing as she goes. Her sister-in-law beams as she looks at Emma's wonderment, and she finally remembers to close her mouth and push Killian through the door when David snorts from upstairs.
"We thought we'd give you a true Storybrooke welcome," her brother says as he comes down the stairs, grabbing Emma's suitcase and moving it to the side so he can shut the door behind the two of them. He helps Emma with her coat, taking Killian's as well and hanging them on the hooks by the door. Only then does Emma remember how to function, to slip off her snow boots and take off her hat and gloves, stashing them in the appropriate places, only vaguely aware of Killian doing the same beside her.
After that, her only goal is to hug David and Snow. She starts with her brother, as he's closest, and then to Snow who is painstakingly placing tinsel on the tree, making sure each and every strand looks perfect. "We were going to wait," Snow explains, opening her arms and accepting the tight hug Emma gives her. "But we also wanted to surprise you once the drive kept getting longer and longer. We had plenty of time."
There are even two stockings hung from screws in the brick wall, hung with twine so they rest just at the height they'd be at if there was a fireplace and mantel here. Hers is old and worn – the one that Ruth made for her when she first came to live with the Nolans – but Emma can see that the purple thread that spells her name has been refreshed with some glittery yarn accents. And now, one adorned with Killian's name hangs next to it. She sees that he's finally moved, as well, his fingers gliding along the delicately embroidered red.
"Look inside," Snow urges, going to stand with David as the other two stand in awe of their stockings.
Killian casts one glance Emma's way, lifting his eyebrow in question and she shrugs in response. In unison, they reach into the stockings and pull out small items wrapped in tissue paper. The item from hers feels like fragility, and she's not mistaken when she unwraps the milky glass of a hand-blown ornament shaped like a swan. It's likely by someone in town, and Emma makes a mental note to ask who so she can thank them in person, but her gaze is caught by Killian's ornament.
It's clearly one made by Marco, the handcrafted carving too detailed and precise to be done by anyone else, and she thinks it's just a tall ship until Killian laughs once, finding the little pirate flag attached. Clearly, Marco had wheedled Killian's love of ships and pirates out of her boyfriend at some point during their work together. She imagines he must've spent weeks working on this one ornament and adds a second trip to their thank-you-tour for the days following Christmas.
"Thank you," Emma says as she turns to David and Snow. "For all of this." She gestures to the apartment in whole, from tree to lights to stockings.
"We just thought it would be nice for your first Christmas back to feel as close to home as possible."
She just barely stops herself from crying, but it's a close thing. And now, with the ornaments, it's not just Emma's first Christmas, but both of theirs.
That night, Emma watches the lights stretch and twinkle as her eyes grow heavy. She and Killian are wrapped around each other, the blankets tightly tucked around them to keep out the December chill. She stares at everything they kept lit, watching some strands cycle through their programmed flashing and dancing.
Knowing that Killian is likely to ask her a very important question soon, Emma lets herself daydream about what a future with him will look like beyond the new year, or even the next one to come. If she squints just the right way, the loft transforms into somewhere bigger, and theirs. With rooms to fill with decorations and no landlords. She sees little shoes lined up by the ones they would keep at the door, and a little girl balanced on Killian's feet as they dance together in the living room.
The image is so startlingly clear that Emma almost declares that they start trying right now, but she settles for slowly coaxing Killian back to full wakefulness, initiating lovemaking so sweet that her heart almost bursts with happiness somewhere in the middle, let alone the end that leaves her sweaty and panting and satisfied but craving, as always. He gives her everything she asks for and more, only letting himself chase release when he feels she's been thoroughly pleased, and he kisses her tenderly after they've both cleaned up and crawled back into bed, whispering his love and merry wishes as they both drift off together.
A few days after the most perfect Christmas Emma could've ever imagined, she gets roped into making breakfast with Snow while David and Killian go out in search of more hot chocolate packets. When they come back, it might be her imagination but David's eyes look a little misty. If Snow notices at all, she doesn't say anything, and David must not share with her over the next couple months, because her sister-in-law is notoriously terrible at keeping secrets.
In the end, Killian hands her a ring of a different kind first, to a grand Victorian that she used to admire every time she drove by it, close to the water and large enough for her own practice space and a workshop for Killian. The other ring comes later, when they're lying in bed together a year to the date after their first performance. Their future unfolds in the facets and sparkle, in the way Emma says yes after she slides to kneel on the floor in front of him.
Their first dance as husband and wife is definitely not a Mambo.