AN: A little follow up to the last chapter. This was more of what I wanted for the end of their date, simply because I live for over-protective-dad! Charming. Thanks for reading, and enjoy!
"Will you go out with me again?" Killian murmurs, eyes wide and blue and expression nervous in a way that does things to Emma's heart. Things which have her torn between wanting to tease him and wanting to kiss him senseless.
She decides on the latter, though, again taking in his innocent expression before pressing their lips together. It's answer enough, she's sure, as they release each other's hands, the need to pull the other closer overwhelming. Emma feels Hook's hands (hands, both of them, she was still thrown by that) dig into her back and she doesn't resist the shiver of pleasure which goes through her. The kiss had started out innocent enough (at first it's exciting and sweet like Emma in a pink dress and a ponytail and Hook bringing her a rose and offering his jacket) but then it's suddenly something else as Emma tugs on the tough hairs at Killian's neck. Suddenly there's teeth and tongues and a low grunt caught in Hook's throat. Emma feels her back hit the wall with a not-so-gentle thud and pulls Killian even closer.
And Emma no longer feels like the giddy teen going on her first date, instead like how she actually was at sixteen, with hurried fumblings and making out in places they shouldn't be making out in. She can only imagine her parents right now, waiting on the other side of the door, hearing their daughter pillaging and plundering. And Emma knows they should stop before David comes and finds them in their rather compromising situation, but Hook's kissing a trail down her jaw and her better judgement goes right out the window.
They're both breathing heavy, and then Hook crushes his lips back to Emma's with renewed fervor. Emma's certain that her parents must hear them now (they're being so loud), and her rational side knows this is going to end badly, with her father initiating a sword battle or something equally ludicrous. But her will power is nothing when up against Killian's lips-warm and soft and perfect-or his teeth now nipping below her ear. It's starting to feel impossible for them to separate, until the apartment door is thrown open, and then they break apart immediately, as if David had turned the hose on them. As it is, he's standing there with every bit of fatherly bluster; arms crossed over his chest, bringing himself up to full height, a sharp glare aimed at his daughter and her date.
And it's unbelievable (just like the rest of this ridiculous evening) to the point that all Emma can do is (barely) bite back a laugh. Hook, however, isn't doing quite as well. He makes a poor attempt at a cover-cough, making David's eyes narrow infinitesimally. Emma again feels sixteen under his menacing (mortified) gaze.
But beneath her embarrassment is something pleasant and warm, due to a father's love and a pirate's kiss. Emma feels the stupid grin on her face before she can stop it, earning an even sharper look from David. "Um." Emma says, quickly forcing the grin from her lips.
David cuts a glance to Killian. "Thanks for walking her home safe, Hook." he says pointedly. "But you should be getting back to Granny's."
Emma resists the urge to elbow her father, settling for a scoff of protest, and it's her turn to glare. "David." she says harshly (the spitting image of her mother), the use of his real name letting him know he'd stepped over the line. Hook looks really quite amused (he was probably pleased with himself, the bastard), unfazed by David's anger.
Emma barely keeps in a groan of annoyance (I'm an adult, she keeps protesting to herself) as she turns back to Hook. "Goodnight, Killian." she deadpans, and-angry at David, infatuated with Hook-leans up to kiss him once more.
They carefully ignore the strangled sound David elicits behind them. Emma shrugs out of Hook's jacket once they've parted, the kiss brief but leaving them both a little dizzy again. "Goodnight." Killian echoes, taking his jacket. "Night, Dave." he adds mischievously, quirking a brow. Her father doesn't respond, and Hook offers a final grin at Emma before retreating down the stairs.
Once she's sure that Hook is out of earshot, Emma rounds on David. "Seriously?" she demands, venom in her voice. "I'm an adult." she says as she pushes past him into the apartment, but the words are dangerously close to being whiny. Snow's waiting on the couch, a pleasant smile plastered on her face. Emma shoots her a glare as well, forgetting that it's not her mother whom she's annoyed with.
"I told him not to." Snow offers as David comes in behind Emma.
"I'm glad you enjoyed your night." David says to Emma, meeting her still narrowed eyes. "But I didn't need to hear just how much you enjoyed it."
Emma groans, embarrassment resurfacing with her irritation. "I can't believe you." she gripes at David, who looks far too pleased with himself. "I really need my own place." she grumbles as she stomps up the stairs. As she prepares for bed, Emma hears her parent's muttering about her looking happy and Hook being a changed man. "I can hear you guys!" she informs them grumpily, aware that she's throwing a temper tantrum, and is conscious yet again of feeling like a teenager.
And she practically was a teenager; the one she should have been, making out against the front door and being busted by her dad, storming off to her room in a huff. It should have bothered her more than it did, but it was kind of...nice, if she was being honest. There was a goldmine of missed oppurtunity being made up for, here. And Emma had earned this, too; parents to wait up for her at the end of the night, a father ready to strike at the first threat of their daughter's virtue (as if). Emma would never tell them (or anyone), but she sort of liked just having someone care enough to ruin her date.
(But there was no way she was letting this happen again, and Emma resolved to look at those apartments Henry had found first thing in the morning.).