hey, everyone! another pretty recent update for me, just over a week later, so yay! on another note, i'm officially marking this fic as complete. it was never supposed to be very long since it was originally one written for my cs valentines giftee over on tumblr, that got out of hand. however, there is an epilogue to come, that i will try to get out as soon as possible. but i do love this verse, so if you have any requests, i could be open to a few more in this verse, come prompt me at captnklaroline on tumblr.
anyways, here is the sixth chapter. i hope you all enjoy!
also, i'd just like to apologise for the mess of the chapters. i know it's slightly confusing! but just to point out: this chapter follows directly on from chapter three (the morning after 'the incident').
- shauna! xo
They don't end up having breakfast in bed, she insists on getting up because, his bed was seriously comfortable and if she didn't, she was afraid that she'd never leave, and it's when she jumps out of said comfortable bed, that she realises she's not wearing pants.
She's literally dressed in one of his shirts, and her underwear, and she probably shouldn't have breakfast with him in that.
So, she snoops. She probably doesn't, but she does.
It takes her opening a few draws to realise where he keeps his pants, and she shrugs into a pair of his grey bottoms, rolling them over so they weren't quite as long, ignoring that they were quite baggy.
(It beats having to walk into his living room, half naked, doesn't it?)
She's about to walk out of the room, her hand pausing on the door knob, when she catches the sight of a glass of cold water on the night stand beside his bed, with two pills laid next to it, and she figures Killian must have put them there sometime before she'd woken up. Her heart thuds in her chest at the thoughtful gesture.
(The adorable idiot.)
She feels her lips twist up involuntarily as she steps forward to grab them, and she sees her phone, plugged in and charming. She guesses he must have done that, too, and the smile widens on her face.
(If she didn't know any better, she'd think she was halfway in love with him.)
And it's that thought that freezes her, in that spot. Her feet scrambling underneath her on the hardwood floor.
"I'm going to kiss you in the morning."
His smirk, as he twisted his head.
"Whether you like it or not," she'd told him.
"I look forward to it."
His eyes had flickered down to her lips, and she's quite sure hers do the same, as his tongue swipes out against his bottom lip.
"Good."
And then she fell asleep on him. Quite literally.
Her eyes are wide, as the memory comes back to her from the night before, and she remembers what a gentleman he was, how determined he was on taking care of her (and honestly, her smile widens, as she glances towards the bed again).
She bites her lip, in contemplation, as she drinks the water, taking the pills.
Honestly, she suspected that he though she didn't remember what happened the night before, and she doesn't blame him, for trying to cover it up. Not really.
At least, she's trying not to.
She was wasted last night, and coming here probably wasn't the best idea. But, drunk Emma seemed to give her the boost she'd needed, where she and Killian were concerned. They'd been flirting for weeks, since they'd first met, if she was honest with herself, and she'd got to know him a lot better since then, especially in the last few weeks.
He'd proved just as much last night, too, because most men would have taken her to bed, no questions asked, and the fact that he didn't, just confirms her feelings, that she knows have been brewing for a while now, but she has been determined on ignoring.
But now, now she's not sure she wants to. Especially since she knows said feelings are reciprocated.
So, now it was time to face the music, and put on her big girl pants.
(What's the worse that could happen?)
-/-
Turns out, it takes her a few moments to step outside the room, her nerves increasing, because what if he didn't want her?
(Just a lost little girl, who didn't matter, and didn't think she ever would.)
She ignores that, the feelings of rejection, as she steps outside, her eyes immediately catching Killian's, as he turns around in the kitchen, stood by the stove not too far from her.
"Emma," he beams.
And she knows she's making the right choice.
She grins right back, as she steps into the kitchen.
He raises an eyebrow, as he leans back against the cupboard to his left, his arm resting on the granite surface.
"Change of clothes, love?"
And she knows it's a nickname he uses for everyone, but it doesn't fail to get the blood pumping through her veins.
She snorts, rolling her eyes at the very obvious way he leers at her.
"Hardly," she shakes her head, as she meets his eyes. "It's only a pair of pants. I just didn't want to stroll around naked in your apartment, Jones. I promise I didn't snoop."
Too much, she adds inwardly.
A light chuckle escapes him, and he shakes his head.
"I wouldn't have minded," he assures her.
She raises an eyebrow in response.
"I should hope not," she murmurs.
He shoots her a slightly confused look, but shrugs, and turns back around to face the stove.
"Feel free to take a seat, love," he tells her, with his back turned to her. "Breakfast shall be ready shortly."
She's enjoying the back the muscles in his back ripple as he moves, and the way his biceps flex, as he turns in the kitchen. Honestly, she's just trying to not make her ogling of him too obvious, but she's quite sure she's failing, if the smugness in his tone is anything to go by.
She hums uncommittedly.
He peers at her over his shoulder, a look of mock anger crossing his face.
"Stop checking me out," he admonishes.
She giggles (yes, actually giggles - she's shocking herself, left right and centre today, too), and she shakes her head.
"I thought some payback was in order," she tells him, a grin on her face, as she walks towards the living room.
She hears him mutter "cheeky minx" under his breath, but she lets him have it, as she gets comfortable on his leather sofa, reaching for the remote, immediately turning over to netflix, humming under her breath as she sees Friends appear.
(Her complete go to hangover programme, sue her.)
(Ruby totally teased her about it all the time.)
She's barely five minutes into the first episode, when she hears footsteps behind her, and she sees Killian struggling with three plates, and she jumps up to her feet.
"Killian," she groans. "You should have said."
She goes to reach for one, but e merely frowns at her.
"You go sit down, love," he tells her, seriously. "You're hungover and delicate."
She raises an eyebrow as he places the meal down onto the small table in the room (and he wasn't kidding about the cooking breakfast, thing.)
She snorts, as he sits down, following suit.
"I'm delicate?" she asks him, incredulous.
He merely smiles at her, the dimple in his left cheek showing.
"I'll show you delicate, Jones," she mutters, even as she digs into the food, because damn, he was a good chef.
(She might even just keep him for his cooking skills because she had none in that department.)
"I'm sure you'll forgive me," he grins.
She rolls her eyes, ignoring how very right he is.
A few minutes later, and he's humming underneath his breath, eyes focused on the tv, as she finishes the last of her breakfast, before she collapses back against the soft cushions on the sofa.
"Well," she grins, as she turns around to face him (and it seems she's doing a lot of that around him, now), running a hand through her very messy curls. "I guess you weren't lying about being able to cook."
He smiles back, a soft genuine thing that makes him look so relaxed and boyish, that she suddenly wants to hug him.
"I should hope not," he reiterates her early words.
"Beats living on take out meals," she sighs, shifting on the sofa, until she can pull her knees up, locking her arms around them, as her chin rests on her folded hands.
He raises an eyebrow.
"You can't cook?"
She snorts, shaking her head, and then wincing when she realises that she still has a headache.
"Can I hell," she laughs, her head tipping back slightly. "I burn toast."
He shakes his head in mock appall.
"You're not exactly selling yourself here, darling," he reminds her.
She grins.
"I don't need to. It's just you and me."
She's shocked herself at the way the words come out, and he is too, if the way his eyes widen a fraction, but he recovers quickly, his lips twisting upwards, shuffling more firmly onto the couch.
He nods.
"Always."
And then, "I'd cook for you, you know. If you wanted, I mean."
Her eyebrows raise, furrowing together, because really, she couldn't have asked for a better opening, and the way his cheeks seem to reden, his arm reaching up so he can scratch that damn spot behind his ear.
She gulps.
"Like a date?"
His eyes flash over to hers, and there's something in them that she can't quite read, but they're blue and intense on her face, as he nods.
"Aye."
Her lips twitch, at the comment, and she watches his jaw tick when she doesn't answer, his eyes hardening slightly, as he turns his head slightly, so she can't read him as well, and she frowns.
"If you'd like that," he mutters, his eyes flashing to her once more.
She doesn't answer. Not verbally at least.
She merely shifts onto her knees, locks her fingers into his dark locks, and pulls his face forward to meet her into a kiss, finally.
He's not as shocked as he was last night, and he immediately responds, his lips soft and firm against hers as his head tilts to the side. His tongue swipes out against her bottom lip, and she groans against him. He immediately pounces, his tongue snaking itself into the hot cave of her mouth, and she smiles genuinely into him.
His left arm comes around her waist, pulling her more firmly into him, until she can straddle him, her breasts pressing up against his chest.
She grinds down against him slightly, relishing in the moan he releases into her mouth, and her fingers tighten in his hair, angling his head the way she likes it, and he makes a humming sound against her. His other arm comes up to tangle itself in her very messy curls, his thumb brushing against her cheek, his fingers wrapping around the nape of her neck.
But, eventually they have to part to breathe, and when they do, she's panting slightly against him.
However, when she sees him, she sees he's no better off.
He's staring at her, wide eyed, and his lips are slightly swollen, and he seems to be at a loss for words.
"That was..."
"Me delivering on my promise," she tells him firmly.
She sees his eyes light up in understanding, and she feels his chest quake beneath her in laughter, as her hands rest there.
"Yeah?"
She hums.
"About that date..." she trails off.
He grins, nodding at her to continue.
"How does tomorrow sound?" she asks, biting her lip.
He's already nodding before she finishes.
"Dave and Mary Margaret's anniversary party?" he asks, his head tipping to the side.
His forehead crumples slightly, and she grins, her fingers smoothening out the wrinkles she finds there.
"Mary Margaret would love to know her match-making skills paid off," she tells him.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," she grins.
"Then I would love to be your date, Emma Swan," he murmurs, charmingly, his eyes shining up at her.
She laughs, shaking her head.
"You're such a dork."
"A dork you want to date," he grins.
She sighs, mockingly, shaking her head.
"Whatever did I get myself into?" she asks, mostly rhetorical.
"I'd be happy to show you," he murmurs.
She shrieks, as he manages to have her underneath him on the couch, pressing her down into the cushions as he grins down at her, his bright blue eyes sparkling, and she smiles right back.
"I thought you were showing me?" she asks him, as his hands pin hers down above her.
"So demanding," he murmurs.
But, then his lips are covering hers, as his hands encourage her legs to wrap around his hips, so she's quite sure she's forgiven. She's also quite sure she hasn't been this happy in quite a while, and she plans of enjoying every single moment of it.
(Ruby was totally going to hear about this tomorrow, too, after all the stories she's had to endure.)
slightly longer than my usual updates, but i couldn't stop writing. hope you all enjoyed it!
did you have a favourite part, or line? let me know in a review, i'd love to here from you!
- shauna.