Hey guys! So, I received several messages asking for a second chapter so here it is! I had to take a break from writing due to school, which is why it took so long. I'll do my best to update weekly from here on out. Let me know what you think!
Killian trudged down the steps the next morning to find David in the kitchen, pulling on his shoes. He wondered if David was still angry with him after their fight last night. Clearly, David was holding a great deal of resentment against Killian, but how long would he sit on that anger before he talked with Killian about it? He had hoped to get it all of David's chest last night, but Emma had interrupted their argument.
And with that, Killian's mind was brought back to the amazing girl he had met last night. He looked around but didn't see her anywhere. Disappointment flooded through him. Had she gone home? Would he see her again?
"Hey, Killian." David's voice pulled Killian from his musings about Emma, and he looked over at his younger brother, who was staring at him curiously. After all, he was just standing the middle of the kitchen.
"Morning, Davie." Killian teased, hoping to get back on his brother's good side after last night. David simply rolled his eyes at his brother's antics.
Taking note of David's jacket and shoes he asked, "Where are you headed?"
"Granny's," David responded.
As yes, the local diner was a famous institution around here. The food was delicious and everyone had a soft spot for the old bat who ran the place. There was no better place to eat in a small town like this. It was a ritual for their friend group to have Saturday morning breakfasts at the diner, and Killian was a little disappointed in himself for forgetting.
Was he still welcomed to join them? After all, he had been gone for months, and as much as he had led everyone to believe his transition to college wouldn't change their friendships, he hadn't spoken to anyone other David since he left, and only a handful of times at that. He felt ashamed of himself. Had he so easily thrown away a lifetime of friendships? Had he so easily ignored the people who had given him a place to belong? And all for what, some college parties? A pretty girl? Had he really changed so much?
"Well?" David asked. "Are you going to stand there or are you going to get your shoes on? Everyone is waiting."
Killian smiled at David, relived. He knew he had a lot of making up to do, but his brother was giving him a chance to do so.
"Ems!" David called, "Let's go!"
Killian perked up. She was still here?
"Give me like five minutes. I'm almost done with this chapter, I swear!" Her voice came from the living room, which was connected to the kitchen, but there was no sight of her.
Killian followed her voice and looked over the back of the couch to find her completely laying across it, book in one hand, with the other behind her head.
He smiled, amused at her current position.
"Morning, love"
Her head shot up at his voice and she gave him a breathtaking smile, her emerald eyes meeting his blue ones.
He internally winced. She hadn't put on makeup this morning, and while she was still gorgeous, the bruise on her cheek was more prominent that it had been the night before.
"Morning, Killian." She responded, her voice soft. "Are you coming to the diner with us?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world. I know that old bat has missed me fiercely."
She laughed, the sound music to Killian's ears.
"Do we know the same Granny? Because I don't think that woman has any emotions other than annoyed."
"That's because you're not as charming as I am, lass." He smirked.
"Oh really?" She teased, rising from the couch. "Then I guess my charms haven't affected you in the least bit… guess I should just call it quits."
She flipped some of her gorgeous blonde locks over her shoulder before walking away to put on her shoes.
Killian watched her go for a moment, admiring the view while her back was to him. She looked good in her tight, salmon colored, v-neck, with dark skinny jeans. Her hair fell in soft curls around her shoulders down to her mid back.
She was without a doubt, the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen.
Then the moment was over, and her words came back to him.
"Now let's not be hasty," he responded, following after her to the door, "I didn't say that."
He watched her pull on her black boots and shrug on a black peacoat.
"It's fine Killian, really. I guess I'll just have to try them out on someone else, you know, since you're immune." She smirked.
Nice charming skills there Killian. Way to push her into wanting to flirt with other guys.
Killian opened his mouth, wanting to stop that idea right then and there. He would happily admit she had superior flirting skills if it meant she wouldn't use them on anyone but him.
He was a dumbass to say the least.
David cut him off however as he met them at the door.
"Everyone ready? Good, let's go. We're late."
And with that, he was out the door, leaving Emma and Killian to follow behind.
They arrived at the dinner five minutes later to find they were in fact, the last arrivals.
Killian couldn't help the smile that took over his face at the sight of his old friends, all gathered in their usual corner booth.
As they approached the table, Robin noticed him and smiled before shouting, "the prodigal son returns!" causing the table to break out in whoops and hollers as they dramatically cheered for him.
He jokingly bowed, going along with his friends' shenanigans. He was relieved they were happy to see him at all.
David slid in at one end of the booth, next to Mary Margaret, who had Regina and Robin on her other side. Next to Robin was Jefferson and Ruby, whom Emma slid in next to. Luckily Granny's had this huge ass corner booth they could all squeeze into.
As Killian was finishing he theatrics, he made to slide in next to Emma, but a hand grabbed his shoulder. He turned to find Graham smiling at him.
"Humbert," He smiled, giving his best friend a hug.
"Good to see you're actually still alive, Killy." He laughed.
They pulled apart as Graham clapped him on the back, but before Killian could even comprehend what had happened, Graham had taken his spot next to Emma, leaving Killian to sit next to David on the other side of the table. A fact Killian really did not appreciate.
"Sorry I'm late, volunteering ran long." Graham said before turning to Emma.
"Morning, Emzy." He breathed while releasing a charming smile identical to Killian's.
Since when did awkward Graham learn to do that?
Killian noticed Graham's face light up as he looked at the blonde, his feelings clear in his eyes. No, no, no. That was not good, not at all. Red hot jealousy burned in him. No way was he going to let Humbert take his spot and steal his charms to woo Emma. Not happening.
Emma smiled back a Graham, a mischievous look taking over her features, "Hey," she replied, her voice sweet and alluring, a smile lighting up features.
"I haven't seen you all break," She looked down, pouting, a wounded puppy look coming over her face. "I've missed you."
Bloody hell. What was she doing flirting with Humbert like that? And her face, even with the bruise, her pout was the most adorable thing he had ever seen. Too bad she had to be using it on fucking Graham.
Graham smiled like he won a fucking award, making Killian really want to punch him.
"I missed you too. Things have been busy."
He frowned for a minute, looking down at Emma, "What happened to your face?"
His finger went under her chin, pulling her face up so he could inspect the bruise on her cheek.
Killian was fuming. He was going to break Graham's nose if he didn't keep his hands to himself.
"Clumsy me as usual fell on my face," she lied.
Everyone at the table looked at each other uncomfortably, knowing where Emma really got that bruise. Graham however, clearly did not.
He shook his head jokingly, "Aw Ems, we should really declare you handicapped. You're always getting yourself covered in bruises and cuts."
Killian sucked in a breath. He didn't like the sounds of that at all. Was Graham really that blind? Some jackass had been beating her and he couldn't even tell? Everyone else knew. Why weren't they doing anything about it? Why were they just continuing to let her get hurt? He was furious to say the least.
Emma looked up at Graham through her lashes, "If only I had someone to protect me…"
Killian was seeing red at this point. What did bloody Humbert have that he didn't?
He noticed David staring at Emma like she had grown a second head. Clearly this wasn't normal behavior, so what was she doing?
"I guess I'll just have to try them out on someone else…"
Bloody buggering fuck. She was flirting her ass off with Graham because he insinuated she wasn't charming.
As always, stunning work Killian. Drive the most amazing girl you've ever met right into Graham's arms.
He should get a medal.
Breakfast went by painfully slow as he watched Graham and Emma flirt the whole time. Though he had to admit, when he wasn't focused on those two, he had a great time catching up with his old friends. He was incredibly grateful they didn't hold a grudge and allowed to slip casually back into the group as though he hadn't blown them off for months.
They rose from the booth and he immediately made his way over to Emma, wrapping an arm around her, causing everyone to look at them with curious glances.
He faintly heard David muttering various explanations to the friend group, but Graham, Emma, and Killian were in their own bubble as Killian smirked at Graham, who was glaring at Killian's arm.
"Well, this has been a blast, seeing you all again." Killian told Graham. "But we should probably be getting home, right Emma?"
Emma opened her mouth but Graham beat her to the punch, "Oh don't worry, Killian. I'm sure you want to hang with your brother some more. I can give Ems a ride home."
"Actually," Killian smiled triumphantly, "Ems is staying with us for the next few weeks."
Graham's eyes narrowed before he composed himself and smiled down at Emma.
"Well, then I guess I'll see you at the Christmas party, Emzy." Then he leaned down and kissed Emma's cheek before leaving.
The fucker.
David let Emma know that he and Mary Margaret were going to see a movie, and asked her if she would be alright with Killian. Emma laughed and nodded before heading back to the Nolan residence with Killian.
Inside the house, Emma turned to Killian, the mischievous smirk returning to her face.
"Well?" She asked.
Killian decided to play dumb, "Well what?"
"Hm, if you have nothing to say then maybe I'll call Graham. He wanted to hang out later…" She moved to leave the room but Killian grabbed her wrist and pulled her back around.
"Alright, Emma. You've bested me. You are far more charming than I." He spoke softly.
She smiled, making his heart beat faster.
"How big of you to admit, Killian."
He allowed himself a moment to revel in how his name sounded coming from her lips.
"Maybe," he whispered, stepping closer to her, "you could teach me some of your tricks."
She smirked and whispered, "Well, it's simple really. First, you get really close,"
She stepped closer to him, only a few inches between them now.
"Then," she whispered, her voice becoming softer and slower as the tension in the room thickened, "it helps if you find some way to lightly touch them." Her hand slowly moved upward, before she rested the palm of it against his chest, right over his heart, which was
beating erratically, his breathing heavy.
"Finally, it helps to…" she paused, looking up at him through her lashes, "look into their eyes, and…"
He was leaning down involuntarily, moving closer to her lips.
"Yes?" He asked, his voice breathy.
"You, um…" Her voice trailed up as she gave up speaking. Choosing instead to move her face even closer, so that her lips were ghosting over his.
Killian had to kiss her. It wasn't even a conscious choice anymore. He had to do it. He had never felt anything like this before. There had never been this electricity with anyone else.
"Well this looks cozy."
The two jumped apart like they had been shocked.
August was standing in the entryway, watching the scene with great amusement.
"Don't mind me," he stated, holding up his hands in surrender. "I just came to see my old friend since I missed breakfast this morning."
An annoying smirk covered his face, and Killian was having to retrain himself for wringing his neck for interrupting.
"I'll uh, um.. just leave you two to catch up." Emma stuttered out before disappearing up the stairs.
Killian watched her go before turning to August.
"You're dead."
Thoughts? Anything you want to see happen? I'm willing to take requests!
Thanks guys, sorry again that this took so long!