Emma pulled at the purple satin clinging to her body while she sat at the round table. She threw her glance over at the reception hall's dance floor. Mary Margaret was a vision in white lace and beading. She and David were swaying to the soft music coming from the live orchestra. They looked like a fairytale couple. It was true love and everybody in the room could see it. It was radiating off of the two. Emma's lips curled into a genuine smile in reaction to seeing her closest friend so happy. She did her best as a Maid Of Honor, and honestly she couldn't complain. Her dress was not a monstrosity or a giant cupcake that made her look like a cream puff. It was sleek and sexy. It accented it all of her best features, which many of the male guests had taken a shine to.

"They're playing our song, Swan." He whispered near her neck, his hot breath making her skin crawl. She gritted her teeth and resisted every urge to punch him in the groin. She looped her arm through his, tightening her grip on the bouquet of flowers in her hand.

"Shut up. Look ahead and don't even think about putting your hand on my ass" She spat out through her clenched teeth. His smirk grew with every step they took down the never-ending aisle.

"I can only imagine what's underneath that dress of yours, Swan." He continued as they made their way closer to the justice of the peace.

"You're never going to find out." Emma discretely nudged him in the ribs and she could feel him wince from the pain.

"No need to be hostile, love."

She quickly pulled her arm out of his and sauntered over to her spot near Ruby and Belle. He had no boundaries. None. He had no idea when to stop. Even crazy perverted dumbasses like Killian Jones knew when to stop, so why couldn't he take a hint. Did she need to spell it out for him? She knew that because of Mary Margaret and David she was going to be seeing a whole lot more of Mr. Jones than she ever wanted to.

The ceremony was tasteful and there wasn't a dry eye in the room. She wiped her eyes with the heel of her palm and clapped along with everybody else. You didn't see love like this every day. It was real. It was pure. It would last. She could almost see the two of them swinging on some porch swing somewhere, holding hands, and watching their grandchildren play in the front yard. A new feeling boiled inside of her. Anger. Anger at Neal for not being able to stay with her and give her the 'porch-swing-fantasy'. Anger at Killian for not living up to her expectations. Anger at herself for letting her feel so much. She was just angry. But for a few hours she was able to push down that anger and mask it with happiness and love for her closest friends.

"Ahoy there, lass!" Speak of the devil. Killian swaggered over next to Emma, slurring his words. It was evident that the glass of whiskey in his glass was not his first. She pressed her fingers into her closed eyes and took a deep cleansing breath.

"Killian.. Aren't you supposed to be hitting on the drunk bridesmaids?" Emma scoffed sloshing her wine in her glass. She was more than a little buzzed.

"You know me so well."

Emma rolled her eyes as he leaned in closer to her face. She could taste the whiskey on his hot breath.

"Which is exactly what I'm doing." He purred, tucking a stray curl of her hair behind her ear. She quickly swatted his hand away, and returned back to her drink.

"I'm not drunk. I don't get drunk. Especially at my best friend's wedding." Emma glared pointedly at his whiskey glass in his hand. His eyes darkened as he took a quick swig from the glass.

"At least I didn't drop my glass during the toast"

Emma's cheeks burned as they quickly flushed with color. She had taken a little something to calm her nerves before the reception but the side effects included dizziness and inability to control motor functions. Halfway through her speech, she had gotten a little light headed and her champagne glass crashed to the floor. The entire room went silent. To make matters worse, she stared at the liquid seeping into her pumps for a full thirty seconds. Killian had run over, slung his arm around her, and yelled "Mazel tov". It immediately lightened the mood and she probably should've thanked him above the cheerful laughter.

"Go away, Killian." Emma muttered throwing back her glass of chardonnay.

"I would, but I have a duty to the drunk bridesmaid at the wedding." His words tickled her skin as he slowly got closer to her face.

She looked up from underneath her dark lashes and locked eyes with him. Asshole as he was, they were stunning. A deep hypnotic blue that could make your body go numb. He was leaning in closer and she could hear his staggered drunken breaths escaping his lips. He rested his hand on her knee, but she didn't pull it away. She leaned in closer, her eyes flickering between his eyes and the curve of his lips. He couldn't help but stare at her soft lips and the twisted smile that they made. He longed to feel them on his. Just to have her for a split second. And with the amount they were drinking, neither of them would remember it. They were only a centimeter or two apart when Emma opened her mouth. His breath hitched and he prepared for something extraordinary

"No. " She whispered, her lips so close to his that he could feel them whenever she changed the shape of her mouth. Emma leaned back in her chair and played with her empty glass of wine.

Killian let out a humorless laugh and mimicked her movement.

"How's about a drink, love?"

She sighed looking down at her empty glass. The slow music had ended and the room was pulsating from a song with a strong drum beat. Mary Margaret was laughing as David spun her under his arm and kissed her passionately underneath the lights. The entire room erupted in applause. Waiters were waltzing around with serving trays handing out the steak and chicken people had chosen as their main course. Suddenly the air felt thick and Emma wanted nothing more than to get out of the reception hall. The bar was in an adjoining room and it sounded more than a little inviting.

"You're buying." She left her empty wine glass on the table, and headed off in the direction, of the bartender.

"As you wish" Killian chuckled following not too far behind.